Tuesday, December 06, 2005

'Tis The Season...

I know that watching the football games on Thanksgiving afternoon is a traditional part of the day's festivities, but after 13 years of being here I still don't get the obsession with this particular sport. I've even spent Thanksgiving Day at Texas Stadium watching the Dallas Cowboys woop the Washington Redskins ass (and yes I had a phenominal time, lots of beer, foam hand et al.).

I've come to the conclusion that the reasons I, and the rest of the world, haven't embraced "American" Football is because: a) it's just way too complicated; b) how possibly can a game scheduled to last an hour, actually take three hours to play out; and c) although there are hunks like the Jets' Wayne Chrebet, the Giant's Jason Sehorn and USC's Brandon Hancock, let's face it we seldom see these boys in the states of undress that we can really appreciate (I had to hunt high and low for the accompanying pics).

Next season "Monday Night Football" moves to cable, and ratings have been steadily slipping for the regular season Sunday afternoon games. Maybe even Americans are getting bored with their national sport. Maybe they should just show more skin!

Friday, December 02, 2005

Three White Hairs!!!

I know I've been really slacking on the posts of late... The new job is taking it's toll!

Now that I can't lift during the 10am-2pm "Actors, Models & Escorts" hour, my workout schedule is all messed up. I've lifted only 5 times in the past week or so: sometimes in the morning (the cutest crowd yet); sometimes in the evening (more of the big hardcore guys). I've got to get on a steady routine and keep it, otherwise I'll be wasting away to nothing, and having finally hit the seemingly illusive 190 lbs (192.4 lbs actually with keys, shoes and gym towel), well, I just can't let that happen!

Bentley's walk schedule has also become rather iffy. Since I don't leave work until after 6pm, it's already pitch black and no one's at the puppy park at that time. We end up going a similar route to our morning walk, which itself is sometimes hampered by to the gym first thing. The boy needs to let off steam playing with other puppies... only then does he can really sleep like a baby!

But the most outrageous outcome so far... I found three white hairs!!! Only three? Isn't three way more than enough at my (still) tender young age of 32? Surely it's three more than I should have? It's certainly three more than I want! Luckily all three were in my goatee, so it was easy to get out my trusty tweezers and pluck out came those damn white (yes, they definitely not blonde) hairs!