For the many people who have tried talking to me about a certain future Hall of Famer parting ways with my favorite Sports frachise, I have this to say to you: It's not you, it's me. That's right, I take the blame for being short with you or just simply ignoring you when you mention #20 signing with Denver. Certain things in life you just don't want to talk about even if the contents of the conversation is extremely close to your heart. The old addage, "time will heal the wound" is 100% applicable to this situation. But right now it's just too painful to think of...
I'm somewhat of an oddball with many life situations. Add sports to the mix, and I'm as flakey the day is long. Add the fact that I'm a worrier to the mix and you've got one complicated mass of homosapien. I'm starting to realize that although I lack the amount of control over bothersome things that a sane person has, I still do have some. What does this paragraph have to do with the previous one you ask? Well we are a month and change removed from football season, and have to wait half a year for the next meaningful Birds game. It doesn't really behoove me to think about the horrifying event that happened over this past weekend until it's absolutely unavoidable.
When the time comes (and that time will be when our 2009 season ends in November) I will have a very, very angry blog to write. Till then however, I plan on being in complete denial about the situation. Just so you know...
That's all for now. Good luck with the start of your week faithful receiver of this mindless blog-drivel. I hope all your classes and obligations are put off tomorrow for the approaching blizzard we're going to get, all 4 inches of it haha. Keep my kool-aid in your thoughts/prayers as she goes in for surgery tomorrow on her foot!
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