Well, maybe Trump will fare better.
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Speaking now of the folks in my adopted homeland…
It’s amazing to me that the same people can be so confident and trusting of the players on our local football team, yet show absolutely zero faith in our duly elected President-to-be.
Liberals are nothing if not hypocritical.
Huge.
Or as we now say in Washington… yuuge.
Yeah, I’m calling this one big. So “the Pack” from Green Bay is a bit down this year. They’re still the Packers, crushers of playoff dreams for us Washingtonians last year. This is big.
And Thursday? For their third win in 11 days? Thanksgiving takedown of the first-place Cowboys?
You heard it here first.
Damn you, NFL, for keeping me up late with your Thursday night games again. Even the seemingly uninteresting ones that are for most of the game one sided end up hooking me until the last play.
Come on! I’ve got work tomorrow.
Well, no…
thanks again.
You gotta love great college basketball matchups pre-Thanksgiving. Last night we were treated not only to a top 10 clash between Duke and Kansas, but an even better contest between two of our local teams rekindling an old rivalry at the Verizon Center.
So neither Maryland nor Georgetown is in the top 25. Who cares. Play like they did last night and they will be. They were two teams who lived up to the moment, even if the moment preceded Thanksgiving by a week and a half.
Turkeys got nothin’ a little DMV bragging rights.
Well, even if we aren’t high-fiving in Loudoun County or the District these days they sure were high-fiving in Landover yesterday, specifically at FedEx Field, where the politically-incorrect football team ’round these parts topped the Minnesota Vikings 26-20.
There is only one thing sweeter than hearing the Redskins win on a fall Sunday afternoon…
Hearing Dick Stockton call a Redskins win on a fall Sunday afternoon.
Kudos, Fox, for bringing out a legend.
Walking around Loudoun County the past two days I have been looking and looking for someone to high-five about our soon-to-be new president. Haven’t found anyone yet. Also, according to my Facebook newsfeed not a single person voted for the man. And per the mainstream media it’s been nothing but protests (protesting what exactly?) and disillusionment.
For a time on Tuesday evening it seemed my home county would blow the election for Mr. Trump. Virginia was beet red until votes from the northern counties started coming in, turning the state to Mrs. Clinton. Yup. That embarrassing splotch of blue at the top is where I live.
Thank God there are real people who live out in the rest of the country. Someday I’ll go and give ’em a high-five.
You heard it here first.
Literally six months ago.
Cavs. Cubs. Trump.
Called it. The year of the unthinkable. I’m giddy over this one.
I’ve spent more than a decade criticizing Daylight Savings Time, and yes, on the whole I find it sort of silly. But these days I’ll take every minute I can get, and the extra hour yesterday gave my weekend a much-appreciated lift.
They say an old Native American proverb claims only the white man would cut a foot off one end of a blanket, sew it on the other end and think his blanket is now a foot longer.
Yup.
But damn I love my nice long blanket.
For those of you who’ve been in caves on Mars the past 24 hours, and for whom your only source of contact with the outside solar system is this blog, yes, the Chicago Cubs are World Series champions for the first time since Roosevelt.
Teddy Roosevelt.
Speaking of politics, does this not portend the third action in our series of unbelievable events of 2016? The Cavs? The Cubs? Trump?
You heard it here first.