340 pounds in a speedo

Is there any reason to have a NFL Pro Bowl much less watch one? I don't know about you but my football season ended with the last play of the Super Bowl. I sure did not set aside time to watch the Pro Bowl. The offenses of these games are unimaginative and the defense is so vanilla it should be called Blue Bell.
Going to a Pro Bowl is a honor players want and crave. Most of them love the trip. They love hanging out on the beach and joining their peers on a tropical island, but they really don't want to play the game. Some bow out because they don't give a rip about the game or don't want to risk serious injury.
Go ahead, give these guys a week on the beach in Hawaii. Let the giants walk around in their speedos carrying a drink with a little umbrella, just don't make them play the game. A 340 pounder in a speedo is about all the torture I can take, don't compound that torture by asking me to watch a meaningless game.

Heigh-ho Heigh-ho a hunting we will go

I would just like to say that I have fired a shotgun and do know a little about hunting, or huntin as we call it in Texas. Every time I went huntin as a young man I had a six pack of Lone Star beer with me. Durning the course of the afternoon if it was a warn day that Lone Star seemed to find it's way out of the cooler and into my hands. Now I am not accusing the Vice President of drinking Lone Star beer while on his Texas huntin trip, a rich republican would not be caught with Lone star in his cooler anyway. I'll sure be willing to bet there were a few bottles of Jack Daniels around somewhere. It's just plain naive to think there was not alcohol in that Texas brush patch and that it was not being consumed freely. The Vice President was kicked out of college because of his drinking. He must have forgot that it only takes one drink to get an alcoholic drunk! He is a wimp anyways and wimps can never handle their liquor. Who other than a wimp takes a 28 gauge shotgun to a Texas huntin party? He might as well have been wearing a tee shirt that read I belong to the wussy club. A 12 gauge for sure maybe a 4-10 are Texas huntin guns. I am surprised he could even hit his buddy with a 28 gauge much less put his buddy in the hospital. I thought the Vice President was suppose to be huntin quail. Maybe he confused the quail with weapons of mass destruction. "I have intelligence the quail are out there, satellite photos prove it. Now where are those F-ing quail? I better shoot something or else the country will think I am weak and indecisive. Oh! there's one, BAM BAM BAM. Son-of -a-B! that quail is 6 feet tall."

Birds of a feather

I've always felt I had a love for animals but I really don't know if I consider a goose an animal. Their brain must be the size of a peanut because they go nuts anytime anything comes around them.
Every few weeks I pass by this flock. They put on a show, honking their nasally vocals at deafening decibels, spreading their wings and flapping furiously. Though I don't see them doing it I am sure they are putting down deposits all over the place. They stretch their necks straight and open their eyes wide letting anyone or anything close to them know that they are the boss and the area belongs to them. Anyone with any brain at all would give them a wide berth. They all seem to hang together 24/7. It's almost like they are having a union meeting all day long. Strength in numbers is what this flock is all about. Just like a union, it can't get anything done if it's membership is low.
Thinking myself savvy in barnyard ways of domestic animals, what would I do in case of an attack? Surely the best way to handle one of these charging watch birds would be to grab the most offensive goose by the neck and have an eye to eye, heart to heart with him. That would get his attention enough that he would report back to his union that I was not something to be messed with. The truth of the matter is I have not given this flock a chance to attack me. I stay in my truck when I am around them. My white truck is my best defense. These geese must think it's a white goose so big that their bullying would have little effect so they just retreat to a more defensive part of the barn yard.
It has been over thirty years since I have owned a domestic animal of any kind and even then it was man's best friend. The closest I ever came to a goose was the one my Dad shot and Mom cooked. It was terrible tasting and I knew then I did not like geese, my opinion has not changed.

Super Bowl Sunday

Reserved Bus parking only

It does not matter if it is coach Chuck Noll, quarterback Terry Bradshaw and wide receiver Lynn Sawn of the 1970's or coach Bill Crowher, quarterback Ben Roethlisberger and wide receiver Hines Ward of the 2000's. The Pittsburgh Steelers always stay the same in good times and bad. The offense relies on the running game to set up the pass
This year's Super Bowl will be a match of old-school football against new-age America. The Steelers and their smashmouth football with four Super Bowl trophies against Seattle who's only claim to fame is Starbucks and Microsoft.
A parking place has been reserved for Jerome "The Bus" Bettis and his teammates for February 5 at Ford Field in Detroit. America's biggest sporting event will be watched by 140 million,at least half will be pulling for Detroit's hometown boy. The Steelers running back always wears a smile and will be the sentimental favorite of a team which is trying to run the tables. It would be a fairytale ending for Bettis if Pittsburgh were to win Super Bowl XL. The rusher who began his football career with peewee football in Detroit could end his career with a Super Bowl Championship in Detroit on Sunday. The wheels of "The Bus" have gone round and round so many times they are getting bald. If this is going to be his last year what better way than to finish a career than where it started. Last year the Steelers were one game short but this year they are back and that is really all Jerome Bettis and his teammates can ask for.