May the Best of your Past be the Worst of your Future....

A Toast to the Happy Couple...

From the healthy, Norton virus protected notebook of your commish.  Wednesday October 15th, 2008 8:55 PM

Rambling after the Smith - Johnson Reception - what I remember of it anyway (Week 6)...

When we drink, we get drunk.
When we get drunk, we fall asleep.
When we fall asleep, we commit no sin.
When we commit no sin, we go to heaven.
So, let's all get drunk, and go to heaven!

Once again - congratulations to the Smiths.  The three week party is now over - what the heck are we gonna do this weekend?

Another week - another crappy win for the Vikings.  Will Childress be fired?  Good question.  My biggest problem with Sunday wasn't the poor play.  It was the coaching decisions.  Specifically, how do you not go for 2 when you are down by 2?  I don't care what point it is in the game - tie it up.  Especially when your offense looks like crap pretty much all the time.  That's my problem because that is purely a coaching decision.

May we get what we want,
May we get what we need,
But may we never get what we deserve.

But onward and upward.  The Rails won again - no doubt I've paid less attention this year than in years past - but if I'm not mistaken, they are now at 5-2 in the young post-Hylla era.  Good for them and for Coach Parendo - I think this kind of record is a bit of a pleasant surprise to most after the rough start August brought for the team to overcome.

Here's to a long life and a merry one.
A quick death and an easy one.
A pretty girl and an honest one.
A cold beer and another one!

As the busy season in the world of concrete continues, so does the string of short but sweet Ramblings.

Hey, why not.....IF THE PLAYOFFS WERE TODAY-AY-AY-AY......

  • Bulldog Champ - Fat British Pigeons
  • Bison Champ - Flying Hellfish
  • Husky Champ - Kinger
  • Wildcard Winner - Air JC

Anywho, good luck all in week 7 (except for Mike and the rest of the Bison of course).

And for this week's final word....

     May the winds of fortune sail you,
May you sail a gentle sea.
May it always be the other guy
who says, "this drink's on me."

Need I say more?

BIGFFBL senior writer Jeremy Carlson sounds off whenever he feels like it on www.bigffbl.com