the most wonderful time of the year.

Sorry about the impromptu vacation. Work, football games, busy, etc.

Had another solid effort with this week’s tailgate, and started thinking about Michigan about halfway through the third quarter of Ohio State’s beating of Northwestern. The past few weeks have been great, footballwise … and Saturday’s game felt like one of those games in the 70s I referenced a few posts back. We’ll be ready on Saturday …

The Sunday version is a little more tenuous. The Browns play at Pittsburgh tonight — now, actually — and while in the past I would have worked myself into a lather for this, things aren’t the same. The team has been so bad since they returned to the league that it’s a little difficult to get too excited about the prospect of getting stomped by the Steelers again. I think Romeo is going to put together a solid team in Cleveland, but we’re not going to see real progress on the field for another couple seasons after this one, but that’s a long time to wait. And it ain’t going to help me much tonight.

I’m wearing my Browns’ Chris Spielman jersey at work, but my mind is already in Ann Arbor. That’s the game that really matters, and I can’t wait for it to get here.

2 thoughts on “the most wonderful time of the year.”

  1. I had a dream that I was at my grandparents’ old house. No one was there, but my grandfather’s Steelers sweatshirt and a pair of comfy Steelers fleece pants were laid out on the bed in my old bedroom there. I took this as a sign that I should wear said clothes, which my grandfather passed on to me.

    Apparently it was a good omen. I’m just glad that I got away with talking smack all week in Cleveland. As Mister Rourke used to say, “Smiles everyone, smiles!”

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  2. OK. Talking smack about the Browns this year isn’t exactly a really risky proposition. I’ll be impressed if I hear you talking shit about your game at Indy in a couple weeks…

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