What better way to end it than with some snow?!?
(Followed by an Oklahoma bowl victory...)
See the Fantasy Championship within your reach. See Dallas Clark score a crappy 5 points and then get pulled from the game like a school girl. Then see your reserve tight end, Brent Celek, rip off 18 points. See your championship dreams fall short by 9 points. He quickly flips off the camera before the guy (dad?!?) next to him grabs him.
We kicked down the damn door to the Super Bowl last night, topping our fantasy opponent, 90-73. And with that, we advanced to the finals of our very first season of Fantasy Football. We must admit we are surprised to have won. Our receivers are completely injured. Jeremy Maclin did not play. We gambled that the injured Mike Sims-Walker would be a non-factor. (A gamble we lost, as he scored 12 points.) Our star, Larry Fitz, was injured and got us just 9 points. Underachieving Michael Crabtree continued to do just that and earned a piss-poor 2 points. We were so desperate for a live body we hit the Saturday night waiver wire for the second straight week and added Hakeem
1. Fantasy Football Update! Entering the final game of the regular season last week, we had a one game lead but had to end the season playing the team we had the lead on. If we lost, they would have won the tie breaker against us (having defeated us twice this season). We were not confident at all, as Jeremy Maclin, Larry Fitz and Mike Sims-Walker were all injured. We hit the waiver wire late Saturday night and took a chance on rookie Kenny Britt (who ended up with a respectable 7 points). Thankfully, Dallas Clark (22), Drew Brees (29), Ryan Grant (25) and even Michael Crabtree (14) all came up LARGE. We ended up pistol whipping our opponent, 124-79, which put us in the four team playoff this past weekend. We still have work to do tonight, but things look good at this point. (Thanks, in part, to Minnesota's D doing the unthinkable and allowing Carolina to score 26 points.)
There is no gift today. Instead we want to thank someone for providing gifts to us on a regular basis. That would be Tennessee football coach Lane Kiffin. He has been busted for no fewer than six recruiting violations in less than one year at Tennessee. The latest is a classic one. Kiffin had Tennessee Vol hostesses (read: HOT co-eds) attend high school games of Big Time recruits and hold signs that read "Come to Tennessee". One of the recruits, when asked about the hotties, said they were all "real pretty." Shocker!
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Merry Christmas by Johnny Mathis is, without a doubt, the greatest Christmas CD ever. Ever! Thirty-something years ago, we listened to it on our parents' 8 track tape player. Then they got the album. Now, we wait until we are decorating the Christmas Tree to play the CD. Then we play it every day until New Year's.
This is one we actually don't have. But it sounds damn cool. It's called Slingbox and has been around for about two years. It allows you to watch and control your home television from your laptop or iPhone no matter where you are in the world. 
As we do every year, we will be posting a present to give/ask for every day between now and Christmas. Many are things you can actually go out and buy. Some are realistic in price. Alas, a few are financially unrealistic. (Last year an $8,000 Viking oven made the list.) This time of year truly is the best part of the calendar. People seem to be just a tad nicer. And if you have kids, how can you not relish the looks on their faces as they open presents in the early morning hours of December 25?!? To bitch and moan is to be human. And we're not asking you stop bitching and moaning. Instead, we just ask that as a present to yourself, you bitch and moan less.
Think about it. A majority of us don't have much to truly bitch about. Feel tired and overworked?!? Tell that to someone who is terminally ill. Hate your boss?!? Tell that to someone on welfare. Think your house pales in comparison to others?!? We're guessing the father of a homeless family would love to call your house his own.
The Playmaker's Sister spent last Saturday night with her grandparents and aunt. When she came home from the sleepover, she did so with a new pair of UGGS -- complete with a price tag of $110. Unfortunately, she discovered a scuff mark on them. No worries, as her mom exchanged them the next day. This time, however, we discovered there was a small rip in one of the UGGS. The boots would be exchanged for flawless ones. But not until this coming weekend. Our daughter was devastated. She so wanted to wear the new kicks to school and was despondent that she would now have to wait a week. Later that same day, we took her to the grocery store to get some grub. In the front of the store was a Christmas tree that had angels on it that you could "adopt" for Christmas. The angels were local needy boys and girls. Adopting one means you give the gifts that are lifted on the angel card. We adopted a 15 year old girl and an 8 year old boy. (The girl wants a Target gift card. She will get one from us, plus a gift card to Aeropostale. The boy wants a gift card to GameStop. He will get that, plus one to the Gap.)
On the way home, we ripped into The Playmaker's Sister for being selfish and spoiled. We asked her if she thought anyone on that angel Christmas tree could afford UGGS. She, of course, knew the answer and where the conversation was headed. We told her just what we wrote above. That everyone complains -- even her father. But that none of us really has much to gripe about. It clearly resonated with her -- because within a minute or two she was back to her normal cheerful self. And the UGGS have not been brought up since.
So we share that story not to thump our chest as father of the year. Instead, it's a simple lesson that most of us really, truly have nothing to bitch about. Let's all shut our mouths and improve our attitudes. (And if possible, try to help someone or some people who truly need it.)
And in the process, we will be giving ourselves and those around us a wonderful gift. And we will enjoy the Christmas season more than ever.