Well Baby J, its just you and me right now. First, I want to thank you for posting a comment-it means a lot. Second, I want to tell you to hang in there- I know right now it seems a little creepy, you being the only one reading this (you very well may be), but I am (kinda) sure eventually we will work up to three maybe even four readers. Even if we don’t gain any type of a following what are you gonna do? Go back to your other creep activities? Videotape little kids on the recess? Watch Hannah Montana? Speculate in what fashion Palin's daughter got pregnant? Didn’t think so. Sit down.
I don’t really have much else to say, except this weekend I’ll be heading up to Notre Dame’s season opener against San Diego St. with my buddies Dan and Trevor. Dan makes installation videos for a tile floor company while Trevor is a struggling musician in Chicago. Throw in the family members of mine that make the pilgrimage to Notre Dame stadium a couple times of year, and my sister who is going to school in South Bend and we have what promises to be the greatest blog post ever written!!! (Yes Baby J, even better than that one where I just made random observations). Hopefully I will have written something and have it up by the middle of next week, if not assume I have been lazy…or fired…or both.
Before I head north, one quick observation having to do with the final sentence of the previous paragraph. I was watching the movie Invincible last night about former Philadelphia Eagles player Vince Papale. In the movie there’s a scene showing Vince in his local bar talking to the bartender about a mutual friend. The conversation turns to how the "friend" has had a rough string of luck as of late and has been really down in the dumps.
"He ain’t go nothing. His wife left him, he lost his job, all he’s got is this. You, me, and this bar," explains the bartender to Vinny in what is supposed to be an emotional moment.
I don’t want to sound like a jackass, but can no one in this movie put together the pieces of this puzzle. The guy is an alcoholic. His wife left him and job fired him due to the fact he had such a strong bond with his local bar, not in spite of it! If someone is going to a bar 6 nights a week and has just lost there job and family isn’t it about time for him to find a new hangout?*
All right I am off my soapbox. I’m about to head to a late afternoon college football game, this is really no time for me to take a stand against binge drinking.
*I think this how baby J got turned on to my blog, no?