Yeah, but at least I'm not the guy about to service the giant

Old friend, deranged moonbat druler (I'd love to type that with an umlaut but can't) and general busybody LB Buddy emailed last night, worried about my rather depressing post of yesterday. To which I'd respond, Hey, at least I'm just the guy standing to the left in this picture.....

So I stayed up last night to watch MNF: as a Redskins fan of these past ten years I knew it was an exercise in futility. I wasn't a Redskins fan growing up, when they were good: I converted upon marriage in 1994 (yes, I had to take the Burgundy and Gold Test, just like the Colts test in Diner) and since then its been getting nailed again and again by the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. So I make it all the way into the third quarter, it's late, and the Skins are just absolutely sucking. Not sucking in a let the other team hang up 69 points, Vanderbilt versus Florida sort of way, but just not really doing anything. I mean, it was almost like watching soccer.

And did I mention I hate Parcells? Always have. And Dallas? Shiver...(and not the good Jerry Lee Lewis type of shiver)

So I went to bed, fully intending to do a "Boy, life sucks but at least I'm not Dan Snyder post."

Heh.

YIPS! from Robbo: I turned off the game with five minutes to go, satisfied that my late dinner had now sufficiently settled, realizing just how bored I was and not wanting to get in trouble with the Missus for staying up past midnight. When the radio clicked on this morning and the jocks started talking about the 'skins' win, I thought either a) I had misheard them because I wasn't awake yet, or b) that snarky skins-bashing parody season had opened early.