My thoughts on life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Oh, and sports too.
Wow! It’s been nearly 2 months since I wrote my last blog, and I’m not exactly sure why. I don’t think that my time has been any more, or less, tied up in recent weeks, and it’s not like I don’t have things on my mind I want to talk about, but for some reason I just haven’t had enough to say about any of the topics that have been on my mind. I hate this feeling, because I truly do get a lot of enjoyment from writing. So, what should I talk about?
I could talk about politics, but let’s face it, that is just a giant waste of time these days. Half of the people I know will agree with everything I say, and the other half will not. This inevitably gets people arguing back and forth on the comment thread, just like facebook, but it accomplishes nothing. Mainly because everyone has already made up their mind about who to vote for, and nothing anyone says is going to change that.
I could write about the fact that it’s a travesty that Ben Coates is not in the NFL Hall of Fame. For crying out loud, there has only been 8 tight ends, since 1960, to get in the Hall. In 50 years, who is NOT in, that was better? He was the second best tight end in the league for nearly a decade, and the guy who was the best, during that time, may very well be the best of all time, Shannon Sharpe. Not bad being second to the best tight end EVER. Not to mention that Coates’ best single season was BETTER than Sharpe’s. Additionally, when you compare his 6 best years to Hall of Famer, Kellen Winslow, he has more catches and touchdowns, and trails in yards by 400. Which, over a 6 year span, equates to 6.25 yards per game. Winslow was also being thrown to by Dan Fouts as part of “Air Coryell”, while Ben had Drew Bledsoe. ‘Nuff said!!!!
I could waste another 1200 words comparing and contrasting Dallas to Boston, but why bother. BOSTON IS THE GREATEST CITY ON PLANET EARTH, AND NOBODY CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE, SO GO FUCK YOURSELF!!!!! See, I only needed 18 words, 2 comma’s and 5 exclamation points. I feel so much better. Next subject. :-)
I could go on and on about how proud I am of my kids. All of them. How even though my oldest isn’t doing things quite the way I would like, I still recognize all that he has accomplished, while not having it easy growing up. I completely adore his appreciation of music, especially classic rock and old school hip hop. I smile everytime he sends me a text about a song he likes. How my 5 year old boy is a star pupil, and has been since the first day of day care. Walked early. Potty trained early. Slept on his own early. Pretty much a model child. How my daughter has pretty much followed in her brothers foot steps. Only thing left is getting through the night without a pull-up. We’re close. She has me completely wrapped around her finger, and I love it.
I could even be a complete goof, and do as my friend Sue suggested, and talk about how awesome she is. That would be easy. We went to high school together and were casual friends in those days. Many years later we re-connected, and it has been terrific. We disagree on virtually everything we talk about, and she loves to call me her arch nemesis, but I can say without any reservation whatsoever that I’m extremely happy to call her my friend. She married a great dude, who I also know, and like most of us out there, including me, they wish they had a fat bank account, but they don’t let money determine how fun and enjoyable their lives are. That’s how it should be for everyone.
I could probably come up with a dozen more subjects that I “could” write about, but I guess I’m just glad that I finally “did” write something. Hopefully, this will break the ice in my mind, and I can write again in less than 8 weeks. Actually, I’m going to shoot for less than 2 weeks. See ya then.