Season's GreetingsMerry Christmas, and if you don't believe in Christmas, Merry What You Believe. And if you don't believe in anything, no one said you couldn't still get presents.
DQ Reader My Mom came over for lunch today, and we were watching the Knicks-Lakers game while we waited until we had enough room for pie. [you will remember that I get my own tub of Cool Whip, then just dump the pie into the container] The Knicks were wearing a funky "Big color" uniform:
We all agreed that they were hideous. They actually looked much brighter and more obnoxious under the court lights. This was a big holiday promotion for the NBA and Adidas, and a chance to sell yet more jerseys ($90 on Amazon).
"They look like they came from The Dollar Store," my 82-year-old mom said, proving that A+ comedy doesn't have to diminish with age.
Earlier, Eli 11.4 and I had gone to play tennis so Gloria could cook and listen to holiday music in peace. When we left the house, it was 72. After ten minutes on the court, the wind started picking up. By the end of an hour, the wind was gusting to 30MPH.
Tonight, the low will be 25, with a wind chill of 13. It's a drop of 47 degrees in about 18 hours.
Chad Henne (Miami Dolphins) is a riveting example of an average NFL player. He plays quarterback, and his career stats over five years include 40 TD passes and 45 INT. That's not good.
In other words, you wouldn't expect to see a Chad Henne jersey--ever--in Austin. Last weekend, though, we did.
"Boy, you don't see that very often," I said.
"What?" Eli asked.
"That guy in the Chad Henne jersey," I said.
"Chad Henne? Does anybody even wear a Chad Henne jersey in MIAMI?" he asked.
"I doubt it," I said.
"Chad Henne's mother wears a Reggie Bush jersey," he said.