ARGH.

Put me down as officially being on the football fan's suicide watch list.....this weekend I drove to Topeka to sit in the pouring rain and watch my beloved Pittsburg State Gorillas lose a 1 point heartbreaker in overtime. Then on Sunday, I drove to Kansas City to watch my beloved Kansas City Chiefs blow an 18 point lead to the Philadelphia Eagles, and then I had to sit and listen to my buddy Buddy rave about it the entire way home. This was Buddy's first Eagles game despite being a lifelong fan....and he ate it up. There were many, many idiotic drunken Eagles fans at the game (and a fair share of idiotic drunken Chiefs fans as well), and several fights nearly broke out because of the so-called bravado the liquid courage gave those drunken morons. Good thing Buddy is a nice guy and talks to people friendly, or we would have gotten lynched.

My fantasy teams lost, too......sniff, sniff.....it's too hard to talk about......

Just watched Million Dollar Baby last night. I secretly hid my tears during the last five minutes of the movie. Man, that presents a moral dilemma. But when Frankie (Eastwood) revealed the meaning of the gaelic name to her, I quit breathing.

I looked around the classroom, and saw the girls just BALLING their eyes out, including my wife Natalie. I also saw lots of guys coughing, doing anything to not bring attention to themselves, hiding the fact that they actually have feelings.......

Great flick. It might have even been better than "CRASH."

But definitely not better than Star Wars III.

Yoda to the end, baby.