I’ve suffered as a Vikings fan since I was a child. The first Super Bowl I ever watched was the fiasco against the Kansas City Chiefs. It only went downhill from there. I can close my eyes and see Darren Nelson dropping that pass. Or Denny Green taking a knee before halftime. 12 men on the field. The Drew Pearson push-off. And on and on and on. This was a karmic payback for that. Not to mention karmic payback for that filthy cheater Sean Peyton who should have been banned for life from the game.
I’ve never been a fan of Joe Buck. I liked his dad, Jack, much better even though he tended to be biased towards the National League in baseball. Jack did have one of my fave calls of all time with this one, which is legendary for Twins fans.
With the Diggs TD Joe keeps it simple. He says three words in the whole play and for once, for once he lets the emotion of the moment take hold.
So Joe Buck is off my list and there’s hope in the world. At least in the world of sports.
It’s been damn cold here on the northern plains. We had a few days of above normal temps and then it reversed on Wednesday sending us back down into subzero land. In the photo above you see Joffrey (top) and Sansa (bottom) ignoring the thirty below wind chill to take a nap. There’s been a couple instances of Sansa and Sheldon racing out when the dogs are let out but they invariably freak out and run back inside. This pattern will continue.
It’s been a long week of bus driving and I am enjoying the long three-day weekend. What a difference getting up at eight AM makes. I’m alert, happy, and fairly productive. It’s shocking what a difference enough rest makes when you’ve spent all week getting up at five-thirty and then staggering through the day.
Today I came upon a couple interesting notions for the book I hadn’t thought of, did a thorough cleaning of the kitchen, got some laundry done, and on and on. I can read with comprehension, I can think without straining, and my ability to multitask small things is no longer befuddled. Hmm, I’m starting to look forward to the long summer break.
But I’m not forgetting why we have a long weekend and my readers shouldn’t either, especially not with our racist president becoming more and more obvious about what’s in his dark little heart. So here’s MLK, testifying. And man, after over a year of listening to the Mandarin Mussolini it’s such a relief to hear someone speak with such clarity and sophistication.
This is what our front storm door looked like on the 1st of January. I think wind chills were floating in that -35 to -50 range. We spent the previous evening at my cousin’s and New Year’s Day was spent in recovery from too much of too many good things. And the only ones that went outside were the dogs. They were very brisk about doing their assigned tasks.
We endured a little more than a week in the extreme ice box. Temps are above zero now and the dogs dare to wander down the driveway. But man, it was cold last week. Even my dad would have said “Uff da” at that cold. Of course I’m coming up on the twentieth anniversary of his death. The funeral was held in weather like last week: wind chills diving to minus fifty and at the cemetery the pall bearers were told to not take off their caps or hoods. That’s right, we were wearing parkas and stocking caps. Pretty fitting weather to bury a North Dakota farmer.
My sympathies to those on the East Coast that are about to be broad-sided by all kinds of nasty. They’re not used to this crap like we are. OK, maybe New England has seen this level of mean weather before but still it’s rare. For us here in North Dakota it’s…winter.
The temperature is up to -10 right now but Joffrey could care less. He’s had his lunch and has decided to settle in at my desk for his afternoon nap. Sweet dreams, first of your name.
I have heard that there are other arrangements of this song but I only know this one. And it’s the best one.
Ray and Dave Davies try to spread a little equity (and violence) in this classic Christmas single. Bonus: Dave pulls off two sweet solos for the price of one as the Ray channels their poor kid/punk ire. As I have said many times before, play it loud – they did.