FOOTBALL ALL THE WAY

I awoke this morning to the sound of thunder.
(On my bed) I sat and wondered

Those are Bob Seger lyrics. But that's how my morning started at 10:45 a.m. with rain drops pelting my window and the thunder roaring in the distance. It looked like Sports Saturdays Part II was in jeopardy.

Never, however, did I doubt we were playing Saturday. After all, last week I declared football would happen rain or shine. Plus, I tried willing it to stop.

There were several doubters in the group that we could play even if it stopped raining because the field would be in such terrible shape. With that in mind, I showed up at Jefferson Playground 15 minutes early (yes, I can be early for something) to check out the field conditions.

Turns out, Jefferson has an amazing drainage system. Around the track area was swampy, but the middle of the field was hardly wet. No puddles. Perfect for football, other than the ball getting wet after it hit the ground a few times.

At first, I was out there with just Chuck throwing the ball around, and it started raining steadily, threatening our game again. Bert, in fact, thought it was off until I called him and told him to get his ass over there.

Eventually, our lineup was me, Chuck, Little Joe, Bert, Kelly and Jacob. That's 3-on-3 for those keeping track at home. Not as many as you'd hope for, but enough for a quality game.

And you know what else? It stopped raining right after we started playing. Heck, the sun even came out and wore us the fuck out. In case you're wondering, my team won both games, but that's neither here nor there.

Highlights of the 1 1/2 hours of action
-- Kelly's interception and near return for a touchdown
-- My juke into a spin move to make two people miss at the same time; eat your heart out Red Meat
-- All the jump bumps Joe and I did, and Kelly and I inventing our own handshake

Sports Saturdays Part III is next Saturday with some baseball/softball. Be there.

THE TINA CURSING CORNER

My mom read Ramon's story about the dead stripper. "Left four fucking kids."

Mom is pissed at the new treadmill, I think. Or maybe it was something else. "All this fucking bullshit."

RANDOM THOUGHT OF EVERY SO OFTEN

I think I may be starting to like dogs. I'm up to two. Not big dogs. Those be scary. But medium sized dogs I might like. I feel ... different.

PARTING SHOTS
Liam reads that a co-worker of the girl accusing Big Ben of rape says she was basically bragging about boning him the next day, which will hurt her case.

Liam: She's screwed now.
Bake: She was screwed then.

Sandy tells me I owe her an extra dollar for dinner.

Me: No.
Sandy: Give me a dollar or I'll cut your heart out.
Liam: I got a dollar to see that.