So the Minnesota-Green Bay and the Dallas-G-Men games have me fascinated (and even “in” a bit, not enough to matter, haha, tell it to the SO) and, guess what?

I’ll be at a wedding.

Not a beach wedding where I can bounce in and out in my bares and kiss the bride and drop a (whatever’s on those bills I use for such occasions) and hit the sports lounge on
bayshore drive wherever…

Oh no, this is INLAND, in a yard, I’ll be in a tux or somethin’ otherworldly like that, under a tent while the one game is on and then to a private party restaurant room while the other is on….

You believe in karma…..?

I do.

God, I hate my loves sometimes…..;-)

Of course, I feel it is a bad omen….I’m bettin’ the dogs….I need to be there, somewhere…in front of the screen….silently rooting them to upsets…..otherwise ,
everything happens as it should, right?…..Green Bay cakewalks and those cocky drugstore cowboys from the Lone Steer Nation swagger some more….I can’t stand that…oh, yes I can…conflict resolution, anyone?

They are good kids…the ones gettin’ married, probably most of the ones in the games, too…I like ‘em…..and it’s just a couple football games that I got myself worked up about….fan-tasy stuff, you know! (that’s what I’m talkin’ about…and, isn’t “marriage”? uh oh…..)

Goldarnit (you know what I mean)….where’s the TV?