I’m excited about my Georgia Bulldogs. Today is the day for what I used to call the Annual Ass Kickin’. However, I believe the tide has turned and those nasty Florida Gators will be bitten on the ass.
This is the time where I complain about the BCS rating system. It’s total BS. Every other sport has a playoff type tournament to determine #1. Even college football…it’s 1AA though. So why can’t the Fat Cats change this archaic system? In a word… “Money.” As I’ve said so many times before…it’s all about the money, War, Politics, Government, Sports, Justice, and Relationships…. M O N E Y!
I think the Bulldogs will be cheated out of a shot at the title game because of the stupid BCS system.
I threw my back out last night. Not as badly as I have in the past. I just twisted wrong and the pain in the lumbar area is excruciating. At least I can move. There have been times where I’m left immobilized for several days. I consider myself lucky…this time. I think the pain that shoots down my legs at regular intervals is becoming addicting. See, I wake everyday with back pain. It takes a few moments to get the old beat up body working. It’s like the oil in your car. It just sits in the oil pan until the engine starts. It takes a few moments for the oil pump to pick up the oil and disperse it through out the engine. My body is acting the same way. That’s why you should never “race” a cold engine. Only a man would race a cold engine anyway…Ask any women about that one. I’m not exactly sure when it happened, but my body is like a women. I need a few moments of foreplay to get the juices flowing before I’m penetrated by the day.
Unlike Acidman, I didn’t make it to the bank today. However his post sparked my deep hatred for banks in general. I understand the history and methods of modern day banking and it makes me sick. I hate the way they loan you your money for an exuberant interest rate like 14%, then turn around and only “offer” you 2.5% on your savings. Not to mention all the fees they assess you for simple things like buying change and handing out extra deposit slips….Greedy fat cat bastards.
Halloween used to be my favorite holiday. I’d get all drugged up and head out for a night of debauchery. I’ll never forget the one Halloween back in ’86. I had landed the premiere radio slot at the college radio station that year…Friday night 9-12. I rocked the airwaves for three hours a week. That experience gave me a taste of celebrity. Anyway, my pal Mike and I were doing the show and having a Halloween party at the station. We had another party to attend after my show too. We ate these 2 sugar cubes of some of the best liquid LSD. Man I was loaded to be sure. I’ll never play the Who on the radio again. That damned record started to skip and freak out, then we started to skip and freak out. I’m not sure how we made it to the after party, but when I got there…(words cannot express). There were devils and pirates and freaky people and weird lights and beer…. Mike took home a kitty-cat and I took home the Devil. Man did I have a great time. Now that I’m older and much wiser, the urge to get freaky happens only at Halloween. I just suppress those longings and take the children trick or treating. Besides, I get all the best candy.