Pro Football

Then the season begins. Dropped passes, interceptions, fumbles, sacks, injuries, blown coverage, no blocking, bad tackling, missed field goals, penalties, poor coaching, etc.

Every fall I'm suckered in. Reading the sports pages, I get pumped up by all the positive statements by coaches and players on the Giants and Jets.

I watch highlights of other teams brilliance and shake my head. I spend Sundays walking in the park, watching squirrels. Thank God for college games where I have no favorite.

Maybe I should switch to professional soccer.

House Plants

 I got house plants to keep me company during the pandemic. God, what a mistake. Never heard so much bitching.

I need more light! You haven't watered me in days!

You never talk to me! 

I need to be pruned right now! Stop walking around in your underwear!

It;s my condo and I have to deal with this nonsense. Finally, I went out and got two enforcers. Put them right in the middle of those whining oxygen suckers. A giant cactus and a pot of stink weed. That should shut the bastards up.

I'm going back to my sock puppets who adore me.