Simple Man

What would a game of rugby be without scabby knees?

I often dream of what it must be like to play rugby on actual grass. I'm not sure if I'll ever feel blades of grass under my cleats. Instead I'm treated to straw with the texture of razor blades laying on top of earth that feels like concrete.

It hasn't rained in over four months in Phoenix. To say the ground is hard is an understatement.

I also think I'm out of alignment. I'm getting sharp pains running down my left arm. This happened to my right side last game. I think it's time to call my chiropractor.

I had a great topic to blog about but I'll wait until tomorrow night or Wednesday. I'm too tired.

Today SJ stopped by work and gave me a rose. I'm trying to think back at the last time I received a flower. It's been a long time so it was greatly appreciated. And it was PERFECTLY timed.

Jeff said we're getting too cutesy for words (we keep posting stuff messages and songs on MySpace). I told him not to worry, because the disgusting cutesy phase would only last a couple of years.

In true Jeff fashion he replied: "Ok after doing a little math (hurts my head) that means there's gonna be like 8000 teddy bears and over 10,800 cutesy phrases by 2008. "

Sorry I posted that Jeff but it cracked me up. And it's not like I posted an actual IM session like other bloggers do. ;-)

HAPPY TUNESDAY MOTHERFUCKERS!

I've been in a 70s southern rock mood for the past week. I've been listening to Allman Brothers and Lynyrd Skynyrd. One of my favorite Skynyrd songs is Simple Man. It harkens me back to when I was a young pup. You can either view it as cheesy or soulful. I love the guitar work. :-)

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