Back before the season began, when I saw that the Bengals Thursday Night game would be against the Ravens, I had no idea Baltimore could clinch the division by winning that game. What a crazy year. Sadly, even if Cinci could pull off a win, it’s basically just delaying the inevitable. With the AFC North lead that big, it would require some collossal failure on the Ravens part. So, unless Kyle Boller becomes the starting quarterback, one of the wild card spots are all we Bengal fans can hope for this year.
I’m looking forward to the NFL Network presentation and hopefully a win for the home team. Kickoff’s at 8… don’t be late.
“Here I am reduced to postcards, the dry hump of marketing strategies.”
Nothing to add today, too busy moving and being without internet goodness. Instead, enjoy this picture of my dad getting attacked by a mechanical shark. It’s actually his birthday tomorrow (yes, my parents were only born two days apart) so actually this entry makes sense. Sort of. Besides, tomorrow I will probably be talking about the crucial Bengals-Ravens game on the NFL Network.
Since everyone was so nice yesterday, same deal today: Sock Points to those who wish my dad a happy birthday, even though it’s actually tomorrow.
I haven’t ever wished my parents happy birthday on here before cause I never really thought they would see this. So I guess I’m doing this to see if they notice. Also, I need to fill a couple days until I get reconnected to the internet. Sock Points go out to those who wish my mom a happy birthday.
I was so excited about my school’s nice year on the football field. Until I heard Michigan State hired away our head coach. Mark Dantonio is leaving the University of Cincinnati. Ugh. So, now we have to find someone to lead the team in the bowl game, then decide who leads the Bearcats in the coming years. I know no one outside of I-275 really cares about what a football program at a basketball school will do. But I wanted to share my pain after experiencing a huge high just one week ago.
By the way, this picture was taken by Rinnert when he came down to cover a Victory Bell game last year. So you have him to thank for this professional-looking picture.
It was a very boring game today but I did not mind. Cincinnati thoroughly dominated Cleveland today to take the edge in the overall series. I’d talk about it more but I’m moving and I’m gonna be talking about the Bengals before their Thursday night game this week and the game was pretty dull.
Standard Sunday Sock Point rules apply. Tell me what you thought of some of this weekend’s football action and you get a point.
It should be no coincidence that Black Friday falls on Bryan’s birthday. Every time we bring up his birthday, he has to remind me that I am four days older than me. That just gets funnier and funnier every time he brings it up.
I’d put a link to his blog up but he hasn’t updated it since May so maybe I won’t. Crap, I just did.
Sock Points to anyone who wishes Rinnert a happy birthday.
Yep, this is what I think about when reminiscing about Thanksgiving’s past: football. This is the one day a year where I reall want to hear Pat Summerall and John Madden. They were perfect for this holiday and I miss them.
I’m busy eating today so not much time to actually put down anything of consequence. But I’ll give you a Sock Point if you tell me what the best part of your Thanksgiving Day grub is.
I’ll be hitting the road tonight visiting family in northeast Ohio. Along the highways in Ohio, you see many scenes like this one. A big ol’ pornography proprieter with a billboard next to it saying “Real Men Don’t Need Porn.” I just find it funny that religious groups would do this, then not bother to keep up the sign. It’s hard to see in this picture but the billboard’s paint is fading and cracking. I mean, the Lion’s Den has clearly kept up their image and updated their signage. If a dirty porn peddler shop can put in that kind of effort, why can’t you? Real Men Don’t Need Porn? More like Real Anti-Porn Signs Don’t Need Paint Touch-Ups.
“‘Bout a mile outta Shaky-Town I sez ‘Pig-Pen, this here’s the Rubber Duck an’ I’m about to put the hammer on down.’”
As many of you figured out and proclaimed, it was yesterday. Thanks for the kind words left here and on my MySpace page. I normally post an emberrassing picture of someone celebrating their birthday, but I can’t top the pictures of me that Amy has. Compare the large mammal on the left here with the scrawny, poofy-haired kid on Amy’s site and you’ll have a good laugh. About the only thing the same is I’m representin’ the ‘Nati! Again, thanks for all the well-wishes and I’m going to go now. Got lots of being older to do.
“The rain falls down without my help, I’m afraid. And my lawn gets wet though I’ve withheld my consent.”
