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Sunday Evening I'm really glad I never got into [American Rules] Football further than understanding the rules. I do like the sport from the view of strategy and tactics, but the main thing I get tired of hearing about is the effort to get me involved in the office betting pool. Time and again I told my co-workers to fuck off, my bet is that someone will be unhappy with the results. Take this past Sunday. The two teams this were 'the unbreachable wall' versus 'the immovable object', working on the strongest defenses ever. I thought it'd be interesting to watch, if nothing else. Well, it was and it wasn't. Only time I ever saw a game be zilch at halftime, and go into sudden death overtime to end at a 1-0. Sack after sack, seemed the quarterbacks couldn't get away with anything. I finished installing the flooring in the front room while the game was on. Tina figured out what was wrong with the gas line, so now we have our stove working. I'm a bit tired of pizza. I overheard Bob bragging about the point spread for the football game, and I bet he's going to be mad. No, that's not a bet, that's an investment strategy. I just wonder, though, if he's still going to have a job after trying to hit on the boss's daughter like that. That reminds me: tomorrow is garbage day. I'm still not used to having it on Monday. I have to bag it up early, but I can't leave it out overnight. Too many insects. |
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