I Don't Even Want to Discuss Football

So read Chapter 3 and discuss Olivia's Kiss.

Or we can talk about Barack Obama if you'd like.

And by "we" I mean "you" because I'm on my way to Denver for a seminar that will leave me without the Internet until Tuesday evening.

After last night, I'm just a bit relieved not to have a dog in Super Tuesday's fight.

Have I mentioned that I grew up a Buffalo Bills fan? (I lived in Tonawanda, New York for about five minutes in the late 1970s-early 1980s.) When they made it to the Super Bowl, in Tampa no less, I was "Talking Proud" and all excited about the "one New York team" playing that day and told everyone they were going to "pounce" Parcells' Giants.

And then they didn't.

And then last night happened.

Have I mentioned how much I hate the Giants?

But we're not talking about that. We're also not going to talk about how I woke up this morning and how similiar it felt to the morning after John Kerry lost.

I'm out.

Discuss important issues amongst yourselves. Or my story. Whichever you prefer.