Day 15 of Hell is bad
And not for the reasons you may think.
Yesterday, it was announced that the Dallas Cowboys cut Keyshawn Johnson. That in itself is not the bad news. Not good news but not bad news. They can easily resign him to a new contract that will pay him just a bit more than he would have received this year with the roster bonus.
I think Johnson has done a good job as a Cowboy. Not the problem child he was prior to his arrival in Big D.
But the speculation is running rampant that a new problem child is coming to town. The one person with loads of talent but a mouth that is guaranteed to get him into trouble. Yes, rumors are Terrell Owens is being chased by the Cowboys.
Ugh!
This is like a kick to the gut. I just don't like the guy. Granted, he has loads of talent and is a damn good receiver. No one can truly argue about what he does on the field. But with all the problems he causes off the field, is it worth it? I don't believe so.
Supposedly Bill Parcells had a big talk with his dickhead agent. There may be some news sooner than later.
In the end, I don't like it. I can live with it as I did when Keyshawn came in, but my initial reaction is to not hurt the team. Then again, Johnson proved everyone wrong and straightened up and flew straight for Parcells.
If it come to fruition, I hope I am wrong again.
I am toying around with the idea of rating the rock stations in Milwaukee. Yeah, my rant against the suckhole that is Milwaukee radio keeps on going. The funniest part of it would be what I consider to be the best station is not the one I listen to the most.
Thanks to AWE for informing me how many hours I have before me in my quest for sweet alcoholly goodness. Inspired by that, I added the countdown above. Now I can wistuflly watch the time go by. See, that is what you get when you are sober. You use words like wistfully. And you create phrases like alcoholly goodness.
I thing I won't miss much this year is St. Patty's Day. Not a big fan of amateur drinking days. The knuckleheads will be out in force. With it being a Friday, many will be passed out by 7. They do not understand the concept of a nice long drunk (I just felt sad typing that). They do not understand it is a marathon, not a sprint. Yes, there is no such thing as pacing yourself, but there is a way to drink for the long haul. Hmm...that is damn close to drinking advice. I don't do that here.
For those that will be out, I hope you avoid the drunks and may your bar not be puked all over.
Yesterday, it was announced that the Dallas Cowboys cut Keyshawn Johnson. That in itself is not the bad news. Not good news but not bad news. They can easily resign him to a new contract that will pay him just a bit more than he would have received this year with the roster bonus.
I think Johnson has done a good job as a Cowboy. Not the problem child he was prior to his arrival in Big D.
But the speculation is running rampant that a new problem child is coming to town. The one person with loads of talent but a mouth that is guaranteed to get him into trouble. Yes, rumors are Terrell Owens is being chased by the Cowboys.
Ugh!
This is like a kick to the gut. I just don't like the guy. Granted, he has loads of talent and is a damn good receiver. No one can truly argue about what he does on the field. But with all the problems he causes off the field, is it worth it? I don't believe so.
Supposedly Bill Parcells had a big talk with his dickhead agent. There may be some news sooner than later.
In the end, I don't like it. I can live with it as I did when Keyshawn came in, but my initial reaction is to not hurt the team. Then again, Johnson proved everyone wrong and straightened up and flew straight for Parcells.
If it come to fruition, I hope I am wrong again.
I am toying around with the idea of rating the rock stations in Milwaukee. Yeah, my rant against the suckhole that is Milwaukee radio keeps on going. The funniest part of it would be what I consider to be the best station is not the one I listen to the most.
Thanks to AWE for informing me how many hours I have before me in my quest for sweet alcoholly goodness. Inspired by that, I added the countdown above. Now I can wistuflly watch the time go by. See, that is what you get when you are sober. You use words like wistfully. And you create phrases like alcoholly goodness.
I thing I won't miss much this year is St. Patty's Day. Not a big fan of amateur drinking days. The knuckleheads will be out in force. With it being a Friday, many will be passed out by 7. They do not understand the concept of a nice long drunk (I just felt sad typing that). They do not understand it is a marathon, not a sprint. Yes, there is no such thing as pacing yourself, but there is a way to drink for the long haul. Hmm...that is damn close to drinking advice. I don't do that here.
For those that will be out, I hope you avoid the drunks and may your bar not be puked all over.
posted by StB at 7:11 AM
4 Comments:
I hate it when they pour the green dye in your beer.
I still don't know how you are making it. Next year give up cursive writing or something.
If the Cowboys sign TO, i'm gonna laugh my ass off. I wonder what Emmitt Smith thinks about it? After the T.O. posing on the Star fiasco.
How long til he blows up when he realizes his best QB is "Happy Feet" Bledsoe?
So now would be a bad time to invite you to take off work tomorrow and meet us at Big Momma's to watch the Big Dance?
Definitely staying in for St. Pat's Day. Too many knuckleheads on the loose. you know it is an amateur night when Miller gives free bus rides, I.e. New year's Eve.
STB,
My son, while I commend your glorious quest to purify yourself, I have to say that you would do better to decrease the masturbation. A little boozie never hurt anyone. I have been known to actually MAKE the stuff on the proper occasion let alone knock back a few cold ones. My son, I grant you an indulgence. Have a drink!
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