Someone took George Carlins' 'Football and Baseball' and added a montage of football hits at the end. Kind of stresses the point of how violent a game football has become.

I played all sports growing up. Had my bell rung a few times playing football, was put in the bleachers playing basketball and was hit or spiked (we actually wore metal spikes way back when) several times at baseball games.

I've noticed how over the years football has grown in popularity nationwide at the same rate that our violence-level and obsession with seeing violence has grown.

At my age I could still play a little slow-pitch softball. I don't see any slow speed football games around. Hell, half the guys in the NFL who are retired can barely walk or have serious concussion issues.

I still watch both sports in season. But if I had my choice, you can take me out to the ballgame and leave the football for those who want to hit something/someone.


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Sir Paul McCartney:

Hearing the word Grammy's always makes me think of my late Grandmothers. But that's not important. What IS important to me is having Ringo Starr and Sir Paul McCartney performing Sunday night. In honor of this, a song from each. First, Ringo:

Helter Skelter... in mono.


It IS Friday, after all.

I think this should be the official song for NN:

This song should make you smile... I do whenever I think of it, and recieve funny "is-he-insane?" looks whenever I sing it out loud.

I watched every one of these shows growing up:

Feelin' nostalgic on a winter night:


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For Kathryn from 36 years ago:


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Tomorrow will make two Sundays ago I bought some gasoline with water in it. The next day it was minus 12 degrees and the water froze in the tank. It took until Thursday after that before it thawed enough for me to be able to drive. Even then it kept wanting to freeze up and die on me while I was driving. I finally got some Heet (brand name) to dry up the water. Okay, now it should run right, right? WRONG! That xxxxxx everything into the fuel injectors. The car would run as long as I kept my foot on the gas pedal (except while idling in neutral or park). SO, last night on the way home from work I stopped at a convenience store/gas station (the same one where I got the bad gasoline) and purchased a bottle of STP fuel injector cleaner. After informing the clerk of the reason for said purchase, I dumped the whole bottle in my gas tank and drove home. By the time I arrived home the car was purring like a tiger again. Took the car out on errands today and no problems. What a relief!

Cured my engine woes for $6.30. Just in time, too... more snow today (4 inches) and sub freezing temps coming in a couple of days.

Ah, life in the MidWest!

Another in a series of reasons why I'm on the lookout for a driver.