I would rather watch High School Musical 2 (Saved by the Bell Edition) for the eleventh time than watch football tonite. Guess who’s playing? Yeak, Dickless’ old team, and they will spend every spare breath on Michael and his bullshit.

Hey, NFL, and the rest of the world, how about a little perspective?

As horrid as anything he did, why is dogfighting still going on? Why aren’t we making such a public spectacle out of everyone accused of doing what he has done? Why do so few care until a big fish gets busted, then everyone is jumping up and down and pointing and screaming?

And of course, this applies to a lot of other issues as well.

Whatever. I’m still sick of it, and sick of hearing about it. And I had to see Bob Costas during halftime last night, which pretty much ruined the football game for me (although it was priceless that my daughter walked up to me last night, and said “I’m gonna go watch the Steelers.” Her grandfather is smiling from heaven, I’m sure).

I ran four miles this morning (yay) and I’m eating tuna for lunch. Go me? Does that offset the pint of ben and jerry’s I had last night for a “snack” while watching the Michael Vick Update / Steeler game?

Okay, on to other stuff.

I paid for the pint of Ben and Jerry’s after my run. Eeww. That’s all I’ll say.

The kids started school today, summer is officially over. We saw cousins this weekend, we swam at the pool (that closes for the winter this week), we worked in the yard, we ran errands.

My tuna is finished, and sow is this rambling post.