Scratch that.
At Week 13 I set out to begin both a long, humorous look at how I became a Johnny-Come-Lately, renegade Fantasy Football waiver wire junkie; as well as give a week by week look at my Sunday lineups. You know – the smacks, the spills, the thrill of victory; the agony of…Well, you [...]
There’s at least three things in this life I said I’d never do: anal sex; IV drugs and fantasy football. Well, two out of three ain’t bad. I’m not sure why, but not unlike anal sex and IV drug use, there was some sort of ugly stigma attached to fantasy football.
The first thing Trent Jacobs registered as he began the slow climb to wakefulness was the sweet aromatic smell of freshly brewing coffee. This, the fact that coffee was brewing, gave him quite a start. This shock was only solidified when he glanced at his digital alarm clock, which was flashing all zeros.
“Oh [...]
Wow kids. The Flu is in full effect and in the immortal words of..hmm was Cool Moe D…I’m “illin” and not in a good way. Be that as it may, the show must go on. There’s no stopping the “Birthday Party” in fact, as I type this I am loading up on antibiotics, grapefruit and [...]
Well kids, I’m not sure exactly how this came about. I don’t, as a rule, partake in these sorta things. Be that as it may, my Plurk buddy Rupe has a blog. He interviewed somebody; I think; and then was supposed to “tag” six people or something. You see how well I follow directions? At [...]
Kessler suddenly veered into a parking lot of Texaco station and pulled over to the edge of the lot, near the air and water hoses.
“What are you doing?” I asked him.
“Checking my fluid levels,” he replied. “What else?”
I was scrambling to get things done on Monday morning. Namely, I was trying to figure out my lead for the boat cop story. Of course, there was the book project and sociological research of the sand bar left to do. But in the meantime, I still had to justify my ride-along with the boat [...]
“The only thing that separated the Williams family from any of the other families departing from the docks of Marina Del Mar, in Madisonville, Louisiana, on Sunday, was
their willingness to bring aboard a journalist for the day.”
This was a strange note I had scribbled to myself while I sat in my car, waiting for the [...]
I’d been trying for a month to hook up the ride-along through the sheriff office’s
public information guy, Glen. However, primarily due to other obligations on my behalf, I’d been unable to do this.
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Douglas Brinkley:
So, today is inauguration day today for our buddy Ray Nagin. I wonder if you’ll be there in the audience at the Convention Center booing, or better yet, throwing Hieneken bottles at him. Somebody certainly should be. Or maybe one of those little kegs they make. I understand those things pack a pretty good [...]
