Evening pipe. Coffee. Spiders win. Buckeyes win. Highland games. "Scotland the Brave". Large men throwing things. Scotch egg. Meat pie. Supermac. Dogs. Pork shoulder. Plantains. World Series. Night of the Living Dead
. Zombie song. More coffee. Facebook. Gym. Toasted cheese sandwich.
My weekend can be summed up in 3 digits and a punctuation mark:
My passing interest in the Skins died when Shawn Barber left the team. There's always the Jets, though. "We beat the Colts!" Man, I need to find those commercials.
Ah, yes, time to resurrect the Jets Fan Club. What are they? 1-6?
Just like in the mid to late 90s, when they first endeared themselves to me.
Exactly. And it just so happens that Sunday November 4th is Clash of the Titans...that is Redskins at Jets. Bring on the fireworks! My prediction: Redskins 3, Jets -7.
I think you're being too generous. To both teams.
Post a Comment