Tim has graciously allowed me to hang around the back yard of the BRB (meaning he hasn't come running out the back door in his boxers wearing dark socks and dress shoes, waving a broom at me and screaming "Get out of here you mangy mutt!!!" which is code for "I've got to act like I don't want you around because I promised my wife we wouldn't keep you!!! But please stay Dillo!" No really! That HAS to be it!!)
Anyway, since he left that stepladder unguarded in the back yard and the third window from the right on the top floor unlocked, I just ASSUME that he intends for me to borrow this unguarded keyboard in his study and post a few comments here. (Tim has some interesting stuff in these desk drawers...)
Any referee that can't tell the difference between an incomplete pass and a fumble should be forced to listen to an anthology of the greatest "hits" of Pancakes, LDJA12, that idiot in Ft Worth, Skip Clueless and Amanda.
Gary Kubiak's finally achieving a .500 record can be viewed one of two ways:
1) It is a measure of ongoing improvement and an indication that we are moving in the right direction and positioning ourselves for long-term success.
I want to have TJ Yates' puppies.
I may have to bite Matt Turk's plant foot.
I may have to give in to my Mississippi-Leg-Hound tendencies if I am ever introduced to Mrs. Jeff Garcia in person. That woman inspires me to puppy-like enthusiasm.
Oh crap, I hear the key in the lock downstairs... Well, that is all for now!!! I gotta' hurry, 'cuz those ladders aren't exactly "paw-friendly" if you know what I mean.