Well, I was batting .500 this week.

The Colts looked really good yesterday.  Manning really kept his head in the game after they fell behind early in the game and pulled it out and ran with it in the 2nd half.

The Vikings on the other hand, well, they lost that game more than the Saints won it.  It was very close, but it didn’t have to be.  Peterson spent more time looking for the ball after he’d dropped it than he did running with it.  And Favre got pounded.  New Orleans knew they had to get to the Minnesota quarterback, and they succeeded. 

Early in the season, I questioned whether Favre would be able to go the distance, and he surprised me.  He showed a lot of talent and strength throughout the season.  I’m sad to see that what will probably be his last year ended on a heartbreaker like that.

As for the Superbowl, I’m going to go with Indianapolis.  The Colts did well yesterday against a defense that did their best to go after Manning, and their offense is as good as it’s ever been.  As far as I can remember, this is the first time the two best teams in the NFL will meet in the Superbowl, as opposed to a good team kicking the snot out of a longshot that got lucky for a few games.

I was 2 and 2 last week. 

Here are my picks for Conference Championships:

Indy and New York Jets – Indy
Minnesota and New Orleans – Minnesota.  Can Favre keep up the tempo?

Including pastries.

Noted sleazeball and former presidential hopeful John Edwards finally confirmed what everyone pretty much knew today when he announced that he was the baby daddy.  File this one under “No Kidding”.  Let’s see, you were porking your videographer while running for president and your wife was sick with terminal cancer.  Then, when said strumpet gave birth to a child that looks remarkably like you, you admitted the affair but denied the child.  Instead you had a friend take the fall and say he was the father.  Even if you weren’t a personal injury lawyer, this would get you that scholarship to Hell you’ve been hoping for.

Tiger Woods is apparently at a center in Mississippi for rehab for an addiction to sex.  Funny, I thought sex was one of those things that everyone craved.  Kinda why we continue to have kids.  How can you be addicted to something that is part of your survival instinct.  But maybe Tiger is being taught how not to have sex with women other than his wife.  Wonder how that works.  Do you sit in a room and talk about how you shouldn’t bone other women?  Maybe, but I envision Mr. Woods strapped to a chair while a large man with a vaguely Eastern European accent kicks him in the crotch while screaming “Don’t bone other women! Don’t bone other women!”.  Kind of a negative reinforcement kind of thing.

I just don’t see how this is an addiction thing.  I think it’s more of an “I’m rich and famous, and no-one has the right to expect me to act like a real human being, so I think I’ll sleep my way through the national ho directory” kind of thing.

From Frank J. over at IMAO:

It’s almost impossible to comprehend. The most liberal state in the union just elected a Republican to Ted Kennedy’s seat? It’s like Massachusetts just abandoned Ted Kennedy in a car at the bottom of a river.

Went to the doctor the other day for my regular arthritis treatment.  Since the amount of medicine they give me is calculated based on my weight, they weigh me every time.  Last year, I had a spike in my weight, and all of my health care professionals were clucking at me over it.  And I wasn’t skinny prior to that.  So I was quite large, the heaviest I’ve ever been.

Since last fall, I’ve cut a bit of the junk out of my diet, mostly by not eating out as much. 

In November, I was 15 pounds down from my peak weight.  My doctors were happy about that, but cautioned me to expect to gain some of that back over the holidays. I missed my December treatment for a variety of reasons, so this was my first weigh in since November.  Imagine my surprise when I was down another 5 pounds.

I’m 20 pounds down from my peak weight!  I may actually start doing something to bring it down, like getting off of my butt and exercising. 

Doc Russia over at Bloodletting has passed his boards exam.  I’ve been reading his blog for quite a while, and it’s good to see someone who’s willing to work hard to attain his goals get ahead.

Go, give some love!

Last night, as Junior Bear and I sat through briefings on the process of getting into his chosen university, I noticed that he is beginning to look like something out of the early ’90’s grunge movement.  Scraggly hair, chin beard, tee shirt worn under an old button down shirt, unbuttoned of course.

I mentioned to him that he needed to shave and get a haircut.  I was informed that he was saving his money for something else and he might get to it in a month or so.  I considered doing it for him in the parking lot with my pocketknife, but after counting to 10 in about 3 different languages, I started seeing in color again and let it go.

When I saw this tonight, I thought it fit my reaction last night:

Last night, a Republican won the Senate seat from Massachusetts.  That hasn’t happened since I was a baby.  The election of Scott Brown will throw sand into the gears of most of the Obama administration’s attempts to push through left of center agenda.  This will either cause paralysis in Washington or drive the president to the center in order to get some of what he wants.

A Republican Senator from the Bay State?  What’s next?  Dogs and cats living together?  Coal becoming scarce in Newcastle?  Cars that run on water and have perfume as exhaust?

Last night Junior Bear and I went to another informational session at the college he’s chosen.  We’re having to accelerate the normal process of paperwork and orientations because he wants to start in the summer instead of the fall. 

Luckily, he chose a school that isn’t too horribly outrageous to pay for.  Tuition and books will be less than $10K per year, and that’s pretty good.  The other ones he was looking at were at least almost double that per year.

He’s slowly working his way towards the edge of the nest.  He discovered that a boy he knows is also going to that particular university, and I think they’re going to try to be roommates in the dorm.  He’s putting together lists of things he’ll need to buy for his dorm room, and is looking over course catalogs.

One down, three to go.