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Saturday Night’s Alright For Commenting: March 3rd, 2018

Take off your pants and jacket. It’s S.N.O.T. time.

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I had a strange coincidence happen to me the other day. I was in the middle of a walk and received a phone call from an unknown number. After hello I already knew it was a wrong number. After someone asked where Lieutenant so-and-so it confirmed what the mustached man was already saying. I told him he had the wrong number. He said sorry. I went back to looking at the buds on the plants.

Yesterday I was going through my phone to make a call and saw the location from this number. Alamogordo, New Mexico. Nothing. I thought nothing about it, other than it was an interesting name for a place. And then I was home and reading after my busted ankle didn’t allow me to run and my tight lower back didn’t allow me to really squat, and I came across this same location. Alamogordo, New Mexico. Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds.

This little spot in New Mexico is close to White Sands National Monument, which is a pretty looking place that I may go to once I have scrapped the rest of America, and more important places like Glacier National Park and a Tampa Rays game into my mind, and is also where the first successful nuclear bomb was launched. Alamogordo. The fat alamo. Being alive is a strange thing.

Anyways, that’s all I got. The rest is yours to talk about whatever you want. Just remember the standard commenting rules apply.