I said I’d be back later….. It’s later.
So I haven’t really posted anything other than a cheap link to my column in like a week or something. That ain’t cool. But oh well. Steve kept the content going smoothly after we got through a weekend with not one post.
I should start by saying that I had a wonderful shower this morning with little-to-no climate change in water other than what I did myself and not one attempt on my shower’s part to toss me out. Things are looking up.
One thing that’s really pissed me off this week (and those of you who’ve read my Salty Ham Column will know where I’m going) is this hole thing with the NFL and Joe Horn. The guy made a nice play to score a big touchdown and he was punished for his choice of celebration methods. He didn’t hurt anyone and he didn’t mock anyone so what’s the big deal. The celebrations are what makes football unique to other sports and one of the big draws to the game. the league doesn’t realize just how important this is and trying to put a cap on players excitement and intensity will, in turn, hurt the game. I think the fact that he was fined $30,000 is a joke and I hope that he wins his appeal.
It’s less than a week away from Christmas, and as I suspected, my tollerance level for the rest of humanity is at a tremendous low. I was at the mall last night and it was absolute insanity. There was literally hundreds of people running through the halls and everyone had the same “where i want to be is twice as important as where you want to be” attitude. It made it very difficult to keep that Christmas Spirit in tact. Until…
After watching everybody in the place treat everyone else like crap and act like the end of the world was coming, I was pleasantly surprised as I went to leave the mall in a terrible mood. I decided to go outside and wait for the people I was with to finish at the bank machine since it had gotten so hot in the mall. I had only two bags in my hand and they were by no means huge or heavy. As I approached the door to the outside I was following a little girl (probably about 8) and what I can only assume was her father. The girl was carrying a small box that required her to use both hands. Her father pushed through the door and she followed but before she was out stopped and put her back against the door to hold it for me. As I walked through she looked up at me and said “I hope you have a Merry Christmas.” in probably the cutest little voice I’d heard in quite some time. I looked down at her and smiled and said “Well, thank you. I hope you have a Merry Christmas, too.” and walked through the door. As I stopped outside to wait she walked by me again and stopped and said, holding up the box “This is what I got my mom for Christmas”. She did not however open the box to reveal what was inside so I didn’t really know what to say. I didn’t have to. She kept talking. “I saved all the money I could since school started. I hope she will like it.” and then she turned and walked after her father.
You just can’t help but smile after things like that. My faith in humanity was re-affirmed before I went home. It didn’t hurt that she was so cute. She had that “Michelle from Full House” look and sound to her. It was definitely the highlight of my night. I hope her mom likes it, too. Kids are great.
Happy Holidays Everyone.