What did I say about That High School Team? We needed to score 39 points to win. Thanks to Bud, we cut that down to just 28, but we STILL couldn't do it.
I listened to this one thanks to Al Gore and I'm sure all he did to establish satellite radio. We literally had our Sirius turned on with 6 minutes to spare before the game started, all while driving down to the House of Mouse on 95.
My first question of the day was: Why would Thad Lee transfer from That High School Team to JMU?
My second: Why is Williams starting, AGAIN?
Insert a lunch stop here. Friendly Kenly. It's exit 106 in NC. Believe me, you won't miss it. It's the truck stop with a lighthouse in the front, decorative of course. That place was awesome... a Wendy's, a Subway, a Caribou Coffee... all with clean tables in sort of a food-court setting. PLUS, all the awesomeness of a truck stop that carries random clothing and Harley stuff, and even truck supplies. It's our new favorite stop on 95. Mark it down!
At the half, the score was 16-10. That High School Team was running allllllllll over us. Then Kalvin Cline reappeared, there were fumbles, blocked kicks, interceptions returned for TDs, and on and on and on. Not that it had anything to do with Klein. It was nice to see him again.
When Thomas, the new HS QB, can't throw - is it still considered an option?
Ponder that one for a while...
Maybe he is distantly related to He Who Shall Not Be Named.
Well, I was almost right about accepting the one INT per quarter... we had 3. The only good thing that came out of this game is some nickname solidification:
Willie Byrn: The Paper Boy
Loeffler: The Brain
Brewer: The Hobbit
Sam Rogers: Samwise
and new to the mix...
McKenzie: Spuds
Then we move on to last weekend's game against Some Team from Michigan. And thankfully, Sirius didn't carry it. Surprise! I mean, I wouldn't carry it either if I were them. So no notes, nothing. And I was so glad.
The House of Mouse, with four children and my parents, was completely and utterly exhausting. I think that this illness is so prevalent in Disney-goers that we should officially name it, you guessed it, MOUSE EXHAUSTION (ME). You've gotta rush to a ride here and then a ride there, and then rush to see this parade or this character or find this doll. Oh wait, stand up in line here for an hour. Walk across this park here in 100% humidity. Lunch requires stalking prey like leopards. You have to split up and look for signs of weakness in order to find enough seating for your large group to feed. And it rains... either torrential down-pours or just little 15-minute thunder storms. Just enough to soak you and make someone, or everyone, miserable.
It's all part of ME. The only way to combat ME? Alcohol and laziness. Lots and lots of laziness.
We are almost back to normal in The B.S.C. house thanks to the prescription above. I'm back to snotty, which I now blame solely on either my house or northern VA. The kids are alive. My parents are alive. All is good.
Enter the Baby Blue Blankies in a couple hours. I'm not going to do a game run-down. I just don't have the energy or mental capacity. Blame ME.
Did I mention we babysat 3 additional children last night?
We should be scared of the Blankies. Mediocrity Bragging Rights in a house in Lincolnton, North Carolina are resting on this one game of the season. If we can somehow manage to organize the hobbits, we may be able to get back on track. This is going to be a tough one, though...
Peace out until next week. Let's see if some football can actually inspire a post!
Love the squatchy-ness of 95,
The B.S.C.
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