I’m writing this post simply because of the uproar that my readers…er…my family…have made because I haven’t been on lately. So, this is what you get. You can’t rush greatness! I can’t come up with a new post every day, like some bloggers-who-shall-remain-nameless (er…starts with a T and has the same last name as me). I’d like to think that’s because I write with such depth and integrity that I just won’t put anything up for the sake of posting. Alas, I know that’s not the case. Truth be known, I just like to sleep. My big bro, on the other hand, seems to enjoy late nights in front of the blue screen of death. Me, not so much. It’s 8:12, and I could go to sleep right now. I know, I know…that’s sad, and I’m going to get blasted with many salvos as a result of that comment, but hey! The truth is the truth.
I’m at a loss. There are many topics going in my head, but nothing is flushed out enough to write about with any clarity. So, instead of the deep-end, here are a couple of 3 foot deep thoughts:
I hate the Buffalo Sabres. I hope the Ottawa Senators destroy them in 4 games. That would make me smile.
Roger Clemens is a money-grubbing, no understanding of the word “team”, must be the center of attention blowhard. Of course, had he signed in Beantown, I would say he is the greatest thing to happen to the BoSox since ’04, but thanfully, we don’t have to talk about that.
Does anybody care about the NBA? How in the world can that crap garner better ratings than the NHL? I mean, seriously…give me a break.
Dancing with the Stars…errrrr….uhhhhhh….what?
And lastly, but defnitely not least: did you know that a mouse can fit through a hole the size of a pencil? I did not, but Amanda told me ’tis true. So, there ya go. Sleep good tonight, Jr.!