Skywalk Open

This weekend will be an event that holds a special place in my heart. It marks the return of the annual Skywalk Open mini golf tournament. 54 holes are set up in the walkways of downtown Des Moines and thousands of the most rabid mini golf fans this side of the Mississippi line up to do bidding against holes tougher to master than a Catholic Nun's.


I will be vying for my second consecutive doubles title and fourth in five years. Some would call me one of the top 84 Skywalk golfers in the history of the event. I don't know if I would go that far, but I have done pretty well. Hopefully my touch is on or I will need to get one of those putters from Caddyshack with the scope on it.


This year I am teaming up with my papa in what should form a pretty formidable duo. He sets em up and I knock em down. After the round we will promptly do a few karaoke numbers, then exit the premises. Wish me luck.

It's not me I swear!

I think it is time for a Scott Peterson update. Apparently Scott has been praising a recent book released by his former mother-in-law entitled For Laci. Scott must think it is a wonderful piece of journalism...I'm sure Mrs. Rocha is happy to have such a dedicated fan. Scott and his lawyer are also in the process of filing for an appeal. He still maintains his innocence and he insists he was not givin a fair trial due to media exposure for the case. I'm sure it will much easier the second time around to find agenda-less jurors who have never heard of Scott Peterson.

In other news, it really sucks that I can no longer google myself. So many websites and news stories have been dedicated to this douchebag that I have lost my identity. Just once I would like to type my name into google.com and come up with my golf scores from high school. Boy those days are long gone.

Big Monday

Can the Jayhawks keep their recent good play up? They take the court tonight against Bob Knight and Texas Tech and hopefully they can keep the three game winning streak alive. We need every single win to get into the NCAA Tournament. The picture above is a photo of KU's best player Brandon Rush driving to the hoop against Iowa State's Curtis Stinson in the Jayhawks last game. I think we all know how that matchup turned out.

Pound that Gavel

If you are ever in the mood for some good baby mama drama I recommend dedicating a half hour to sit down and watch the honorable Judge Hatchett. Many a lunch hour have been spent staring at the TV wondering if this trogladitic half brother of a crack whore really impregnated a whiny skank of a mom. It really does never get old. The judge goes through all the drama first, yells at the subjects (the woman usually accompanied by her 33 year old mom....the guy with his new fiance), then finally reads the results of the DNA test to find out who is really the baby's daddy. I love it when she finally reads the results. The party that wins always slams on the desk and thanks the lord haleluia. If the woman falsely accuses the male then she gets to have a special meeting in the judges chamber to have a nice heart to heart. Usually the woman gets accosted for not telling who the real dad was, which could be found easier by flipping to a page in the phone book and picking a name at random. These skanks would not even be good enough for my friend Danny. I find myself hooked to this show and I cant turn it off until I find out the truth. I find it hard to believe that there are that many low lives running around this counrty. Really makes me thankful that I have Judge Hatchett to help keep these asshats in line.

My Hero

"Hi I'm Wilford Brimley. I have diabetes. But I check my blood sugar and I check it often. And you should too. Liberty Medical can bring your diabetes supplies right to your door. That's right. If you've got diabetes and I know you do, Liberty Medical will bring your testing supplies right to your door at little or no cost to you. Don't make me come over there and prick you myself. Trust me I will, I've got time. When I tell you that you need to check your blood sugar, you better damn well do it!"

Words cannot describe how much I love Wilford Brimley. Just something about his crotchety unyielding style that brings a smile to my face. Many a night I have spent laying awake wishing that Brimley was my very own grandpa. He is a man that means business. If you have seen his work on the silver screen, you would know of what I speak. The pushbroom mustache only adds to his mystique.

When the hell is Our House going to come out on DVD? Every other fuckin show has come out, even the damn Jeff Foxworthy Show. What is taking them so long on Our House. I need my Brimley fix and I need it often. There are only so many times I can watch the Liberty Medical commercial or Cocoon. If worse comes to worse I will have to watch him in the Ewoks movie Battle For Endor. I think I speak for the public when I say we demand more Wilford Brimley!

Holiday Spirit All Year Round

So I can't wait for this Saturday as I get to celebrate Christmas all over again, over a month since the actual event. Hy-Vee thought it would be a good idea to throw the holid
ay party on January 28th of all times. I sure hope there is a Christmas tree, stalkings, and mistletoe strewn about. I'm also looking forward to seeing my co-workers shit faced.

The biggest part of the night will be the prizes, however. The top prize is 500 bucks in cash, but I'd take any of the top 10 prizes gladly, save the $200 gift card to the Sportsman's Warehouse...what the hell am I going to do with that? Get some camoflage get-up and a nice rifle? I think the top 10 prizes go with no strings attached, but the lower set of prizes must be earned by a series of Fear Factor type challenges. I better not have to eat monkeys brains just to get a giant checkerboard set. Hopefully I can come out of there with a decent prize and all my limbs still attached. Wish me luck.

Scariest Thing on TV

"He's John Basedow, He's gonna show you how,

To Reach you potential, and turn

Your whole life around.....

It's Fitness Made Simple, Made for Real People"

Who else sees this commercial and immediately wants to get off their ass and start pumping iron, John Basedow style? Actually I don't. This guy looks like the biggest twatwaffle ever, not to mention the fact that it looks like his head is pasted on a different body. I've never seen a more mismatched head and body. He's does have one thing going for him though. He sports one of the nicest pompadours I've seen in years. But seriously, this guy scares this shit out of me. The only saving grace from that commercial is that catchy little jingle. There were rumors that Basedow got killed in the Tsunami a couple years ago. I bet he saw it coming and bench pressed ansd squatted his way out of it. Nothing can keep that guy down. Maybe he lost all his shirts in the storm too because I'm not sure I've ever seen one on him on tv.

An Up and Downs Season

Micah Downs (Syndrome) has decided to transfer from KU. I know Carzoli will be heartbroken since Downs was one of his favorite whipping boys on the KU roster, making fun of his earrings and a picture that looks like he is wearing lipstick. Frankly, I'm not too torn up about it. He was not good enough this year to break the 9 man rotation, so he was not going to help us at al this year. Sure he would have been nice to have around for next year, especially if Brandon Rush goes pro as expected, but he had a lot to work on until he would be a great player. Here is a composite from those crazy Missouri Tiger fans. They may be brutal, but they can make quite the photochop.

Delicious Little Burgers

When will one of these open in Des Moines? I need a another fast food restaurant to throw in the rotation. I've already been blessed to have been able to add Popeyes and Chickfil-a in the last year to go along with Wendys. Now I need to home-run hitter in the 4 spot to get those guys home.

Once Bitten, Twice Shy

As I was flipping through the TV today I saw a show with two little kids fighting. It really was a funny sight because neither of them knew what the hell they were doing. It also brought to mind the most infamous fight in the history of Greenwood Elementary. It happed to involve myself and my sworn enemy Bert, a black kid with burn scars and a history of tomfoolery.

It was recess of a brisk fall day in my second grade year. I was playing 4 square with some of my friends when I noticed from afar that Bert was picking on Ashley, a girl I had a crush on. I wandered over to the slide where they were hanging out, hoping he would stop merely from my presence. He was getting up in her face and pushing her around for reasons unknown to me. But I didn't need to know the reasons to know that I wanted to kick his ass. He had done this kind of thing before but no one had ever stopped him because most of the second graders were afraid of him. I think it was mainly because his burn scars were shaped like the mark of the beast. I'm sure it just his dad putting out cigarettes on his face. Also no one wanted to go near him because he smelled like a farmer's pair of underwear in the August heat.

But I had seen enough and I had to put a stop to Bert's reign of terror. I slid down the slide, walked up to him and stared him straight in his good eye. I was not afraid of him or his gold tooth. I knew once the Peterson rage was unleashed, he would be in for a world of hurt. I acquired this rage from my brother who relentlessly beat me up and held me down when I was younger. All my frustration would build up until the moment that I could squeeze out of his hold. I would break free and go Hulk Hogan on him, feel no pain, and all he could see would be my fists and elbows. So I knew if I got in trouble in this fight I could just fall back on the vaunted Peterson rage since it had let me down so few times before.

After the introductory pushing and shoving, a crowd began to emerge around us. Everyone was screaming for me to kick smelly Bert's ass. Frankly, I didn't really know how to do that since I had never been in a real fight before, only wrestling matches with my brother. I did the best I could and began trying to put his big melon in a headlock. This was my crucial mistake because I put my limb next to his most viscous weapon, his mouth. He took the arm that was tightly wrapped around his neck and decided to take a big Mike Tyson size bite out of me. I should not have been shocked that he would fight dirty like this. After all, he was once rumored to have beaten up a girl and was not above kicking another guy in the junk. This was old hat to a guy like Bert.

His clench just got tighter and tighter as my strength was zapped from my body. I tried to bunch him with my other arm and trip him with my legs, but my aggresiveness only seemed to infuriate him more. He was intent on taking off my arm.

Soon I was in tears and all I could do was lay there until he slowly digested me like a snake would its prey. I was a sitting duck. As I looked up the crowed parted and a teacher finally came into the frey. She jumped on Bert's back hoping to free me from his clutches. It only would stretch out my skin though as his teeth were like a vice grip on my poor arm. She pled with him to release me over and over but he was not to be deterred. Finally she grasped onto his face with her hands hoping to claw it off herself. After a few seconds of eye gouging he turned his attention from me to Mrs. Harsha. He let go of me, wiped his mouth, and began digging into her skin like he had just done to me. She swung him around and around trying to fling free this rabid animal. A few more teachers came and were eventually able to separate Bert from Mrs. Harsha and subdue him. They had to carry him away like they would a prisoner being brought to the hole, squirming all over.

After coming to I noticed the indentions left on my arm. I think I would have been able to identify his dead body to the police with the dental records he left on my arm. Blood was oozing was seven or eight gashes and I was brought to the school nurse to help patch up my wounds. The nurse didn't feel good about my arm so she phoned my mom to pick me up and take me to the hospital for more inspection. My mom was more concerned than mad when she saw the little presents that Bert left me. She was just concerned on making sure that douchebag didn't have rabies.

After that day Bert never returned to Greenwood. He was shipped off to some other school, or kennel I'm sure. I could retell the story up to six years later and show the evidence to my audience on my arm. Finally the scars have subsided, but the memory of that crazed lunatic will never fade.

Taquito Follies

The last two days I have had the pleasure of representing Jose Ole's new frozen taquito flavors as I demoed them at Hy-Vee. I never would have tried to put pepperoni pizza inside a taquito, but Jose Ole was brave enough to do just that. Buffalo chicken was the other available flavor which was much better if you ask me. They pepperoni pizza one really just tasted like they put a hot dog inside the tortilla. And as everyone knows if I want a hot dog, I only go Johnsonville Brats. I'm sorry but I am a weiner snob, sue me if you must.

Baking those things in a pizza oven was tough. The middle would come out as cold as a polar bear's buttcrack if you didn't leave them in long enough, but if you tried to cook them much longer the ends would burn. So I decided to just cook them for longer, then cut off the tips before I handed them out. I had several people come up to me and ask me what I was burning since they could apparently smell it from across the store. I told them that I didn't really burn them, just the ends had to be well done in order for the taquito to come out right in this particular oven.

So I contined to bake these suckers for the next day and a half and had more and more people coming up to me asking what I was burning. I began to question whether or not I had really been smoking something this whole time so I inspected the oven. I thought I had stumbled onto the burning culprit when I saw some tortilla shell crust stuck to the middle of the grill charred as dark as an emo punk's hair. I pulled it out to showed my friend Kyle. "Hey I think I found out what was burning! This little piece of broken off shell." I slid out the grill all the way to show him my discovery when I noticed a taquito had hidden itself in the back of the oven. This thing had been cooked longer than a Salem witch. It was so black it would make Manute Bol blush. It had to have been cooked for at least five hours at a 400 degree clip. I figured it would dissolve into ashes if I even touched it, but luckily I was able to pick it up and take pictures of it (none of which actually turned out). I decided it would be a good idea to have some fun with this little guy before it was time for me to leave so I threw him into the toilet to hopefully gross out the next bathroom go-er. I'm not sure how that quest ended up, but I do know that I enjoy going into the bathroom to see a dark fecal shape peering at me from afar. So hopefully I evoked a similar reaction from someone else.

So in short, I'd recomment these new taquitos, but only if you can manage to keep them from looking like a piece of coal. Good luck.

Little Moments, Big Magic

Today at work i had an encounter that will forever be etched my memory. Stories like this make me glad that I got out of bed in the morning.

As I was filling ice cream I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and this arthritic 80 year old lady was standing there with a bewildered look on her face. I then asked her what I could do for her, but she kept quiet for a few more seconds. She looked very perturbed at me even though I had done nothing to her up to this point. She gave me the little "come closer" finger motion. I had a hard time getting much closer though because she was sporting some ungodly B.O. This lady smelled about as bad as a dumpster outside the back of Popeyes chicken. I had to breathe through my mouth simply to avoid gagging while conversing with this lady.

She looked me dead in the eye and firmly asked, "Where did you move the enema kits to?" At this point I could barely contain the smirks and snickering from escaping my mouth. I looked up to the ceiling as if I was trying to think really hard about where we actually did move the enema kits too. Lets see....I know they aren't in the bread aisle...."Lets go look over by the laxitives." So she followed me over to the laxitives section and sure enough there was the enema kits. I said aloud, "You know there really shouldn't move these things...It just confuses people." She sternly agreed with me. She picked up the box and turned it over to check out the back of the package. She then told me that she did not have her reading glasses and asked if I could help her read the package....At this point I thought that I had died and gone to heaven. It's not everyday that you can read a paragraph like this out loud for a serious customer.

I had to muster up all of my strength from inside to just to avoid from breaking concentration while reading this package. To make matters worse there was an illustration on the back that demonstrated how to insert this product in the problem area. I was lucky enough to find a near replica of this image as you will see. How I did not lose all control was beyond me. I finished up with the instructions and she told me that she would take the product.

So I sent her on her merry way towards the registers to hopefully relieve her little problem. I'm glad I could help this sweet, albeit sour smelling old lady in her quest to flush out her system. It was moments like this that make me cherish every day on this earth.

Bathroom Chatters

I don't know if you all have experienced this phenomenon, but there is a large contingent of people who think it is okay to carry on a conversation while one of the parties is busy dropping off the Cosby kids at the pool in a public bathroom. I guess I'm one of the few who believe in the sanctity of the bathroom privacy rule. The person in the stall pretends that he is not actually there, and the person who walks in later minds his own business.

If this other person happens to need to use a stall as well, under no circumstances is he to use the one directly adjacent to mine. This creates a rather awkward situation for both parties I believe. If someone walks in next to me and I can see his shoes, they better be facing the opposite direction of mine. There is nothing worse than having a gallery during your moment of truth.

The other day at work after a particularly greasy lunch I had to rush into the bathroom to take care of a little business. Not thirty seconds after starting my quest, my boss walks into the bathroom and decides to strike up a conversation with me. I can deal with the usual grunts and groans that accompany a man at a urinal, but this was totally different. When you are talking to me while I'm in my office you are totally taking me out of my zone. This is supposed to be a time of reflection and concentration, not a time for conversation. I can't think of anything so urgent that it can't wait five minutes.

So he goes on and on about how he is pissed that he has to start exercising and watching his weight. I kept responding "uh huh" and "yeah". At what point of this one sided conversation do you take the hint that I am not enjoying this chat? I felt totally helpless as I waited for him to get bored and walk out. Thankfully my shortness paid off as he exited the bathroom after a few short minutes of banter.

Unfortunately, this was not a one time occurance. I have had this problem several times before. I had no idea that there were so many people that feel the need to talk to a person in the middle of using the porcelin pot. It really boggles my mind. I never would have guessed that two people could enjoy a conversation with that 800 pound elephant in the room, but apparently they can.

Hopefully shedding light on this subject will take care of some of the habitual offenders out there.

Get Jared Fogle off my TV screen

As I sat here and watched the exciting conclusion to the Colts vs. Steelers playoff game, I was so graciously greeted with a slew of Subway commercials with none other than that fucktard Jared Fogle. You all know this tool. He is the guy who lost a couple hundred pounds eating heros twice a day. I think he also managed to sneak in one lap around a track everyday. Talk about dedication. OK good for that guy. He got in shape. Buy why after 5 years do I still have to look at this asshole grace my TV screen?

Not only does Jared give me Subway commercials every ten minutes, but now I have to listen to his "expert commentary" following the playoff game in the studio. Are you kidding me? What could he commentate on? Which Steeler will eat the Seafood and Crab and which one will opt for the Cold Cut Trio? He had on a Marvin Harrison Colts jersey to boot. Too bad your team just took a faceplant in their first playoff game. This was the team that was going for an undefeated record just a few weeks ago. Biggest choke ever if you ask me. So it's nice Jared that you are a fan of a choking team. Too bad you don't choke yourself, but this time on a footlong BMT. Better yet, I hope you gain all that weight back and look like this again. Your 15 minutes are up. GO AWAY!

Deputy Dog

North Carolina just keeps winning. How does Roy do it. He lost his top 8 players from last year, and he rebounds this year to be ranked and winning games on the road. Just makes me mad. I was so looking forward to watching them go .500 this year...looks like it's not to be.

Also Illinois is 15-1, I was also looking for a big dropoff from them. I still have to listen to their obnoxious fans talk about how great Bruce "Wooden" Weber is.

I just don't think this is setting up to be a good year in College Basketball.

Bali Satay

Why is it that all ethnic restaurants are basically the same? Each one of them seems to have paper placemats, water sans ice, and approximately one server for the whole restaurant. Last night I visited the Bali Satay House in Ames. I lived there for two and a half years, but never got to taste the Indonesian cuisine. In fact I had only been in the building once before, the night that Carzoli sang with the Horseshoe Spatulas in what was then deemed the greatest night of his life.

After not being greeted at the door for a good 3 minutes, Turner and I decided to take a seat on our own. Apparently the lone server was also one of the cooks. I don't know what else could explain her absense from the dining area for so long. It seems all these restaurants have the torn upholstry for their booths as well. You have to position yourself just right in order to not get a good scrape on the inner thigh.

We were finally greeted with two menus and what looked like jumbo shot glasses filled with water. Honestly, what are they trying to do here? What happens if the curry is too much for me to handle? Am I supposed to put the cold cabbage on my tongue to douse the fire? And the lady poured the water from a pitcher with no ice that had probably been sitting in the back for a good half hour. Who do they think they are? Hardees?

I finally ordered my meal and asked for medium spice. I was a bit daring to do this with the tiny rations of water I recieved and a waitress that walked by about every five minutes. I have been known to down a whole drink before the server can finish filling up the rest of the waters at the table. Long story short, dont go to far with that bath water lady.

Our waitress also happened to be 9 months pregnant. Maybe if i needed a drink I could just wait for her water to break. That would have been convenient.

The meal was not nearly enough food as usual at these places. 2 of the tiniest drumsticks you could imagine dipped in red curry with rice on the side. Also on the side was cabbage that tasted like it was right out of the freezer. I think I could have put it in my water to make it colder if i needed to. Curry must be a rare commodity, because I paid 10 bucks for a meal with enough meat to feed my cat Mr. Bojangles.

Overall I was very disappointed in the Bali Satay House. Not well staffed, small portions, and overpriced. From now on going into an ethnic restaurant I will temper my enthusiasm. Caveat Emptor.

Too fast, too furious

Tonight I will get to experience a Silvistrinis pie for the first time ever. If it's only half as good as I have heard, I believe I am in for a life changing meal. Next on the list is Bordinaros. It was highly recommended to my by Dirk Kissle, a pizza afficianado if i've ever seen one. He grew up on the south side, so as a Lincoln dago, he knows his italian. He recommended the spicy pizza. It has italian sausage, banana peppers, red peppers, green peppers, pepperoncini, yellow peppers, pepper sauce, pepper, but believe it or not, no pepperoni. Who would have thought. Dirk and I had a nice conversation today about thongs and basketball. He quizzed me on various basketball questions and I'm proud to say I came out with 100% accuracy.

In a related sports story, I am now 17 dollars richer as I have taken first place in the college football pool run by my step dad. It came down to the last game. When Texas pulled off the miracle win, they also sealed it up for this guy. Vince Young had probably the greatest game I've ever seen on such a big stage for any college football player. If only the Chiefs could somehow draft this guy. He is the future of the NFL.

I now have to work Saturday because my boss decides he is going to drive to Pennsylvania to pick up a motor that he bought off ebay. He is planning to drive through the night to get there, pick up the motor in exchange for 6 thousand dollars in cash, and turn around and head home. I personally think its pretty insane. He is not even telling his wife that he is buying this thing. Apparently he has a bunch of extra cash from selling his own parts to his vehicle. He plans to put it in his mustang to make it go faster. How fast you ask? Well he said it will be too fast for even street racing. I dont really know how thats possible, but I'll trust him on this one. He would know if anybody.

Today an old lady at work came up to me and was bitching that something was going to be out of date in 2 days. She was going on and on about how we wouldn't be able to sell it now, its too late. So after all this she finally got to her point..."will you give it to me for half price?" Now normally I would think about doing this, but this lady was such a bitch that I would rather throw it away than give her the satisfaction of getting it half off. To be honest though, I really dont vie a shit if we have to throw it away. I'm not the one making or losing money. But if this wasn't enough, she also happened to have the most rancid breath that I have smelled since the great dump truck incident of 98. She thought it was necissary to get up in my grill to get her point accross. I had to turn my head to the side and pretend to look on the shelf for things just to avoid some of the stench. I then directed her to the mouthwash aisle and told her we have a great special going on.

Please turn off heater

Why is it that any day that I would like to sleep in I am rudely awakened by either heavy fingers mcgee, or other such annoyances. Today seemed like a good day for the plethora of road construction crew to go dig up sewer lines approximately 50 feet from my ear. Eight oclock is a pretty good time to wake up doncha think? What is wrong with having a septic tank? I have no problem with it. In fact I think I would like to try an outhouse. Its advenurous, gets me out of the house, gets me in tune with nature. Am I wrong thinking this would be a good time?

To top that off, I got up on the wrong side of the bed...only to step on a soiled toothpick that had been between my chompers ten hours earlier. I do have an unhealthy obsession with toothpicks, but I never thought an incident like this would drive me to dropping them cold turkey. But I am contemplating that very thought.

So today I really didn't do much. I finished my CBFL stats for the week, returned a few christmas items, and bought wedding crashers which i watched with anne tonight. This was the "Uncorked" edition which supposedly had a mess of unseen scenes added in throughout the movie. I really could only think of about two that they added. I always get fooled by these special editions that they put out. At least they put this one out from the start. The worst is when you buy a movie and then low and behold three months later they rerelease the DVD labeled as the UNCUT, UNRATED version. When I see those on the shelf I feel so cheated. I definately don't want to buy another copy, but at the same time I yearn for those unseen scenes. I feel like there is a big hole in me if i dont seen these scenes. So at least Wedding Crashers got it right this time. One of the added scenes was actually pretty good, but I already forgot what it was about. But believe you me, it will tickle your funny bone.

Hopefully tomorrow I can sneak out and get a lunch at Cactus Bobs. I am having a craving only saucy BBQ can satisfy. Once that brown sugary goodness hits my lips, I lose control. And don't even get me started on the drunken apples. oh wait, no, i actually hate those.

looking forward to tomorrow for some que hopefully and seeing EJs smiling face and hearing his stories of how he thinks he is getting ripped off on ebay.

peace

2005 was a total waste of a year

So my step-mom has a tradition that we all partake in on New Years each year. We write things we would like to do or accomplish in the next year on piece of paper which is then sealed for 364 days. A New Years resolution of sorts. So at my dad's new years/christmas festival she decideds to bust out the sealed envelopes. To be honest I didn't acccomplish much in this last year, so I was pretty afraid to open my letter to read in detail all of my failures. Everyone was given the option of reading aloud or keeping private their vows for 2005. I was trying to stall looking in this envelope but I knew I had better get it over with. The first part was the usual shit people resolve to do. But then I read a rather ironic statement that I wrote a year ago which had oviously had not come true. It was both painful and comical at the same time.

I wrote that I want to be in St. Louis in early April to watch the Jayhawks cut the nets down against the Deputy Dog and North Carolina. Wow, nothing further from that could have happened. It is true, in fact, that I did drive to St. Louis to watch the final four. I could not pass up the opportunity to watch the incredible event when it was only a short 5 hour drive from my home. I did end up going there, but it was with a total flake of a girl (different story for another time). But I went there to watch my former coach win the national championship, something he could never do with Kansas. That's like an ex girlfriend going on to date your best friend, and you have to sit there and watch them cuddle. And if this wasn't bad enough, my team took a total face plant in the first round against 14th seeded Bucknell. This was a Kansas team that was expected to make the final four at the very least with a senior laden team and multiple mcdonalds all americans. The embarassment that followed that game will never leave me. It ranks right up there with losing to Arizona and Rhode Island. Being a Kansas fan is really tough, believe me.


Not only did Kansas suffer one of the most ridiculously embarassing losses in sports history in 05, but my 2nd favorite time, the KC Chiefs got totally jobbed out of the playoffs today. How can a team go 10-6 in the NFL and not make the playoffs. We ended with the same record as the Patriots, beat them head to head, have a better AFC record than them, yet they go to the playoffs and not us by the virtue of them winning their weak ass division. That shit's messed up.


Here's to lowering expectations in 06 to avoid heartbreak.