Not that you’d care, of course. But it does. I haven’t shaved in a few days.
Haven’t written anything here in a few weeks, either. It isn’t that I’m trying to keep my fascinating life a secret from everybody. It’s just that I don’t have a fascinating life. If you manage to plow your way through whatever follows, I’m sure you’ll agree with me.
One riveting thing has happened. I got a comment on the last entry I made to this thing. It was pretty exciting. Some misguided soul informed me that “I liked your blog. Here is a link that you’ll like.” And he provided a link to an online dating form.
Now I axe ya: what kind of a moron (named Maurice, by the way) spends his time reading a blog called “Stuff Nobody Reads” and determines from my recap of a football game that I’m interested in signing up for his dating service?
Yo, Maurice. I’m not. Got me a girlfriend, two cats, a house, a job…I’m pretty well set right now. But hey – THANKS FOR CARING, BUDDY!
Get a life. Idiot.
Phew. Feel a little better now.
At any rate, in going over my last entry, I notice that I said something about how great Furman’s football team could be this year, but covered by bets by stating, “Or we could lose next week, in which case you can ignore the previous paragraph.” Well, we did indeed lose the next week. In spectacular fashion. Our all-world quarterback threw 5 interceptions and we also lost a fumble en route to a 41-21 drubbing by Western Carolina in Cullowhee, NC. It was the first time in 7 years that WCU had beaten Furman, and the first time since 1992 that they’d beaten a team ranked in the top 5. The celebrated by tearing down their own goalposts, and Furman faithful celebrated by using my football website to call for the resignation of everyone associated with Furman football.
Because the loss was to a conference foe, we got to spend a week in last place in the conference. Fortunately, GSU (our biggest rival) lost to Wofford this past weekend while we whupped up on non-conference opponent Samford. So now GSU is in the cellar, and Furman is in next-to-last. We’re still ranked in the top 10 nationally, however. And I managed to get one very good picture taken during the Samford game – of Daric Carter, one of three Paladins who rushed for over 100 yards. Carter was named the Verizon Player of the Game, and this picture will be blown up (life-size) and put on a banner to be hung in the athletic offices. In exchange for the pictures each week, I get sponsorship discounts (this year, my website is sponsoring the Furman halftime shows).
Before the Samford game, which was played in Greenville, I drove up to Greg and Lisa’s house and spent a few hours eating hot dogs and burgers, playing with William, and generally doing what is known in the deep south as “visiting.” Lisa was diappointed to learn that, no, I am neither engaged nor interested adoption of William – although he is a cute li’l bugger.
YOU CATCH THAT, MAURICE? “Engagement.” “Adoption.” I’m all booked up, buddy. Sell crazy someplace else.
Maurice makes my hypertension worse. I’m sure of it. Is this an unreasonable reaction?
Sorry…back to stuff nobody’ll read. After I played with William (which was really the only reason that I went to G&L’s place – although Greg narcissistically believes that I just wanted to bring him a lawn mower), I continued on to Greenville. I ended up getting home around 1:00 AM Sunday and then absolutely BOUNCED out of bed at 7:30 for church.
Bounced, I tell ya.
Spent the afternoon cleaning my bedroom and fell asleep early. Didn’t want to get up yesterday morning.
But I did. Then remembered I had an all-day meeting downtown and rushed to get to it. Had a quintet rehearsal after that and didn’t get home until 9:00.
Didn’t want to get up this morning, either.
Hoping to get some skating/walking done this afternoon. I haven’t really gotten any exercise for about a week, which might be why I’m exhausted all of the time.
And now we’re all caught up. If anything exciting happens, I’ll be sure to let you all know.