With a quick look at this weekend’s “final four” of pro football, one thing stands out: the potential of a Ravens-49ers Super Bowl rematch, albeit without the brothers Harbaugh.
Was that three years ago or four years ago?
Oh wait, that was eleven years ago.
No wonder my son didn’t remember it.
Days off from school really haven’t changed much for me in 35 years… wake up, drink hot chocolate, play Nintendo.
Yeah, the actual 8-bit NES. I’ve had mine since 1989.
I was a different character in the story back then but it’s basically the same show.
I didn’t really need a third snow day this week, but I’ll take it. I’ll take it.
And if you’re home and looking for something to do, check out today’s episode of Math and Musings. My son and I open a pack of 1988 Topps baseball cards and talk about 36-year-old pieces of cardboard.
Classic.
Strictly speaking, a two-hour delay should have one-fourth the value of a full-on snow day.
But no child (or teacher) in America thinks a two-hour delay is anywhere near 25% as good as a snow day. Ten to 15 percent tops.
Yet if you offered me the choice of four two-hour delays in a row or one snow day…
I’d take the four delays.
Figure that one out.
For every day of my life I have an index card with a list of items I plan to do that day.
Today’s card says: whatever the (expletive) I want.
Yup. That’s a good day.
On today’s episode of Math and Musings my son refers to the holiday season as “Tripmas.”
My boy.
Five best places to spend Christmas:
5. Paris
4. Hawaii
3. New York City
2. London
(big pause)
I’ve done only one of these (so far)…
42 Christmases in a row.
A recent press release from McDonald’s trumpets changes in its burgers and buns… beefier, juicier, “better” or some such thing.
Among other changes is a promise of sesame seeds that are “more spread out” on the bun.
Sesame seeds that are more spread out.
Fewer sesame seeds per bun inch.
Well it’s about damn time, isn’t it?
If Alex Ovechkin some day falls one short of setting the all-time career record for goals scored I’ll remember yesterday afternoon and still call him the greatest I ever saw.
Midway through the second period the Great Eight had an easy-ish chance at a goal right in front of the net (and right in front of me, who got to see it in person).
But a few feet away was Dylan Strome, to whom Ovi selflessly flipped the puck for a goal even I could have tapped in.
Well, could have tapped in if I’d been on the ice. From my seat I would have had to stretch pretty far.
Season Four of Math and Musings premieres today, with my most popular guest promoting his new website.
Calendars change, but some things never do.
Amen.
I don’t really care who wins; I just love the fact that the Universities of Michigan and Washington are competing for this year’s NCAA football championship. This is further proof that I never actually left the year 1991; I’m just a different character in the story now. My nine-year-old self has turned into my nine-year-old son, and, as has been a theme the past 20 years of my life, I’ve turned into my dad.
Now quick, somebody warn George Bush that it is the economy!