Vote For Me 7

Last night's Bronco game was exquisite torture. Not the kind of torture that Bush has authorized in Iraq, Afghanistan and the Blue States to ferret out Democrats, I mean terrorists, but the kind more closely associated with delayed gratification. You wait for it and wait for it and wait for it and finally yeehaw! there it is. No I'm not talking about sex, I'm talking about game winning drives, game ending interceptions, ninth inning home runs, buzzer beating jump shots and, okay I am talking about sex. Last night's game was truly sexy. Two terriffic defensive teams battling to the end and the good guys, the Broncos, winning it late. If I still smoked them, I would have fired up a cig, turned to my wife and asked, was it good for you too?
As we Sevens are prone to saying, Big Fun!

Yeah, I know, more sports stuff. But seriously, what else can you watch that gives you the excitement of not knowing the outcome? Real life? Get a grip. As someone once noted, life is a sexually transmitted disease with a 100% fatality rate. We know how it ends. Movies and Plays are scripted and although a good book may keep you in suspense, if you read it again next week, it will end the same. You can't say that about the next Red Sox tiff or Bronco game. Political races are a little uncertain, but now that the Republicans have learned how to win without actually winning even those have become predictable. And besides, there are serious consequences to Politics. Your world could be stolen. In sports the worst thing that can happen is that your team doesn't make the playoffs. Not to worry, we'll get 'em next year. So pick a team, any team and cheer them on with me for a couple of hours. After that we'll go get our world back.

Vote For Me.