A few years ago, my female friend DD invited Carol and me over to her house. Don't know why; she never showed any interest in football before, but OK, she asked, we went. She talked across me during the game to Carol. Not about football, or even how dumb they thought football was, or the commercials, but about what they would likely have talked about anyway. Most bizarre.
I'm rooting for the Steelers on Sunday, and it's because of the 3 B's: the Bus, Ben, and Bill. The Bus is running back Jerome Bettis, coming back to his hometown of Detroit for probably his last season. Ben is quarterback Roethlisberger, second year quarterback who practically promised the Bus this opportunity when the Steelers were eliminated from the playoffs last season by the Patriots. But mostly I like head coach Bill Cowher who has managed to outlast some seven or eight dozen coaches since being hired a decade and a half ago, a tribute to Steeler management as much as to Cowher.
I have nothing againt the Seahawks. They were the team I figured would win the NFC, and the team I rooted for in that conference once the Giants got shellacked (a function of a too mouthy DE). In fact, I don't really KNOW the Seahawks. Their coach, Mike Holmgren, is the person I know most well, and only because of his success with the Packers. Yes, I know running back Shaun Alexander was MVP, but he got relatively little press before this season.
So, I think Seattle will win, but I'm rooting for the east coast team.
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Terry Bradshaw, after living a full life, died. When he got to heaven, God was showing him around. They came to a modest little house with a faded Steelers flag in the window. "This house is yours for eternity, Terry." said God.
"This is very special; not everyone gets a house up here." Bradshaw felt special, indeed, and walked up to his house. On his way up the porch, he noticed another house just around the corner. It was a 3 story mansion with a blue and white sidewalk, a 50 foot tall flag pole with an enormous SEAHAWKS flag, and in every window a blue Towel.
Bradshaw looked at God and said, "God, I'm not trying to be ungrateful, but I have a question. I was an all-pro quarterback, I hold many NFL records, and I even went to the Hall of Fame."
God said, "So what's your point Bradshaw?"
"Well, why does Matt Hasselbeck get a better house than me?"
God chuckled, and said, "Terry, that's not Matt's house, it's mine."
Happy Ground Hog Day!
Bill quoted from this poem, "Work Without Hope" by ST Coleridge, 1825:
"All Nature seems at work; slugs leave their lair,
The bees are stirring; birds are on the wing,
And winter, slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of spring;
And I, the while, the sole unbusy thing,
Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing."
I trust that you'll find an iota of hope in YOUR work today! :-)
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