Ah Sunday..the day when one finishes up weekend chores, reads the NY Times and manages to attempt to complete its crossword puzzle, visit the family that's local, or just chill before heading back to work on Monday. But while you may be enjoying these particular pass times do you know what I'm doing? Waiting for football. No folks, not World Cup futbol-sorry despite the best efforts of the vuvuzela I still find soccer almost as boring a sport to watch as golf- I mean the "NFL where's Peyton Manning so I can boo his sorry arse off the field" football. ASIDE NOTE: Okay, Peyton Manning seems like he's a semi decent guy,his commercials are sometimes funny-though there are way too many, but as a Patriot's fan there's a genetic marker in me that makes me hate all thing Manning including Archie, Eli (don't get me started) even the bro who didn't make qb plus those bros do whine a lot. Anyway, I'm sitting here worrying about whether Wes Welker really should start training camp or be put on the reserved PUP list. I'm also concerned over the fact that sports radio guys are making fun of Tom Brady's hair cut. My thought, he's won 3 Super Bowls, you've won none, he can wear his hair anyway he likes. I'm also thinking get a contract signed with Tommy Mr. Kraft. I'm also praying that Laurence Maroney finds a set of you know what and runs his arse off this year. I guess part of it is that I'm not much of a summer person. I'm part of the 10% Italians who burn and not tan. My hair also grows the size of Texas in Humidity. Really, I can give Pam Grier's 1970 fro a run for the money! So while folks currently are enjoying walks on the beach and Ice Cream at Richardson's, I'm waiting to take out my Belichik hoodie, wrap myself in my Patriot's snuggie, and sit down for a good game!
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