* I want to know what the audience is for Ryan and Amanda Lemond's podcast. Who on Earth could possibly want to listen to two marginally intelligent people pretend to be dumber and more quarrelsome than they actually are and yuck it up?
* Every time I see Chris Mack, I think of Herr Star from the Preacher comics. He could only look more like a flaccid dong if he had a weeping sore at the top of his noggin.
* My wife's mother is getting on in years and had a bad fall last week. My in-laws live in Texas so we've been trying to get my wife on a plane down there all week. She finally made it yesterday afternoon. I've got a buddy in Austin who has his water and power out and has to reserve juice on his cellphone, as of his text to me on Friday afternoon. My wife, in dealing with the stuff with her mom (God bless her heart), left her phone in the car for five hours and never told me if the hotel where she is staying has power, etc. after she arrived.
That's panic-inducing ****. I didn't want to overreact and I also had printed driving directions and planned to buy 10 gallons of water and haul *** to Texas if necessary. Thankfully she was just overwhelmed with dealing with an aging parent in mental decline and needed a minute and called me when she was at her hotel with water and electricity.
It was one of those "Am I completely overreacting or is this going to end up on Dateline MSNBC?" moments of sheer dread.
* Beating the brakes off Tennessee and Louisville getting their asses kicked while coached by a literal walking penis puts a hop in my step. Enjoy your frigid *** day, ladies and gents, good times are coming.