Lazy Sunday
I have invoked the ancient franchise of Lazy Sunday; so, we shall neither run nor lift this afternoon. I am enjoying too much the dulcet tones of Dan Dierdorf's analysis of and commentary upon the Pittsburgh-Kansas City game. Of course, it's not that lazy since we already went grocery shopping and later on we shall have to clean and vacuum BTW South ahead of the future Mrs. Mountain's visit. I love that we work out and that we work out so regularly, but I also love Lazy Sunday.

The Victors
I was so scared last night when the ferocious Pennsylvania State University Nittany Lions scored their touchdown late in the fourth quarter. Joy of joys, the mighty University of Michigan Wolverines held on for the win! Woot!

And yet I find myself frightened and infuriated by the constant predictions of an undefeated Michigan and an undefeated Ohio State meeting in the sinister Horseshoe (a.k.a. Ohio Stadium, even though it is home to the hated Ohio State University Buckeyes, not the overlookled Ohio University Bobcats; so, shouldn't the Horseshoe be called Ohio State Stadium, and shouldn't the fascist-looking OSU marking band form a script "Ohio State" instead of "Ohio"?) on the last Saturday before Thanksgiving. As far as personnel, the '06 Wolverines are very similar to the '05 Wolverines and thus perfectly capable of losing to the tenacious University of Iowa Hawkeyes, the scholarly Northwestern University Wildcats, the spheroid Ball State University Cardinals, or the wily Indiana University Hoosiers before facing the hated Buckeyes. Are the Wolverines capable of besting Iowa, Northwestern, Ball State, and Indiana? Yes. Do I believe, based on what I have this season, that the Wolverines will beat those teams? Yes, I do. But don't say it will happen! You'll jinx the whole thing!

Still, it's good to be seven games into the season and already have seven wins, the same number we won in twelve games last season. Let the good times roll. Go Blue!

Honolulu Blue Forever
The Lions beat the Bills! Huzzah! Still, the awful truth must be articulated, ritual must be observed: 22-64, Mr. Millen, 1-5 on the year. Have you no decency?