Hell yeah!!! American Gladiators!!!

According to the official NFL offseason schedule, today is when “Rookie Football Development Programs begin.”

Well damn… no wonder we got swept in that series!

Interestingly enough, 5-8 is both today’s date and my wife’s height.

Okay, that’s all. Carry on.

A few random neural firings:

• I almost forgot it was Cinco de Mayo yesterday. I made myself a “white trash margarita” (tequila + Baja Blast Mountain Dew).
• Also, last night I was reminded that I’ve never cared about anything less than the Met Gala.
• Today is my mom’s 64th birthday. “When I’m Sixty-Four” by the Beatles self-rec.
• In a couple of weeks, my wife and I are going to New Orleans for our church’s Synod Assembly. We were selected to be two of the lay-member voters along with our pastors, because the local bishop is retiring and we have to elect a new one. I explained this to my 15-year-old son, who replied, “Is the bishop retiring because he can only move diagonally?”

I guess it’s time to go back to not giving a crap about the NBA. Friggin’ Bandwagon State…