Welcome to Tuesday...

Or as some are calling it, Day Two of the Patriot's Eternal Shame...

Heh.

I gotta tell ya, I really enjoyed seeing the glazed look of disbelief on the mugs of hundreds of Patriot fans in the casino on Sunday night. It was a thing of beauty. When the game kicked off, I was thinking that I'd like to see the P-men go 19-0, only because the only bigger douchebags in the world than smug New England fans are the asshats on the 1972 Dolphins.

But after that first ten-minute drive of the game by the Giants offense, I realized that hey, all those players from the '72 Dolphins are all getting old and will start dying off soon enough, and eventually we won't have to listen to Mercury Morris talking through his colostomy bag. And since I have no particular allegiance to either team, coupled with the fact that I didn't make a bet on the game this year, I just got to enjoy an old-fashioned beat-down.

Seriously, is there nothing more satisfying than seeing that pretty-boy Brady getting knocked on his ass all day long? But he's probably not too upset when all was said and done. At the end of the day, he's still got three Super Bowl rings, millions of dollars in the bank, and a supermodel girlfriend. Me? My jewelry consists of a handful of bead necklaces from the Carnavale Court, I've got about $600 in my checking account, and as far as the ladies go, the highlight of my current social life is a half-hour or so of conversation and flirting per week with a smokin' hot cocktail waitress who I'm certain considers me just another one of the dorks she encounters in her daily grind.

Oh well.

Here it is almost noon on the first day of my weekend, and I haven't done a damn thing but take a shower and make a pot of coffee.

I've got a week's worth of email to catch up on--I swear I haven't answered a single email all week long, sorry guys, and the usual housework. I've also got another life-in-the-casino type of post in the hopper, along with the usual drivel I tend to crank out every now and again.

I'll get to it, so check back again later.

Mikey