In the midst of helping Mrs. Graves search for a fancy new hospital gown, we came to the conclusion that we were never going to find one quite swanky enough for our refined tastes. At least the turkey, though a little dry, wasn't from a zombie turkey so, luckily, we were able to leave to fight another day back through an impending blizzard of decidedly non-apocalyptic proportion, yet the lunatic offspring are off springing here at home, thus for your edselification, some short, yet sexy predictionary footballerie and see you yokels next week sometime, whenever I decide to go back to work to work on run-on sentence structure.
Football!
N.Y. Jets @ Cincinnati: Ignore last week. Mark Sanchez will fuck up. Bengals 17-16.
Philadelphia @ Dallas: Fuck Dallas. Cowpokes 27-20.
Baltimore @ New England: Sure, the Great White Receiver is down and out, but Tom Brady ain't. And for you yokels still blathering on about his semi-pedestrian, non-Tom stats, check out the slate of pass defenses he faced all year. Mr. Supermodel is fine. Patriots 23-17.
Green Bay @ Arizona: Ignore last week, but which Warner shows up (the 5 INTs or the 99.9% completion guy) will determine this, pretty please be a highly entertaining shootout, I better pick the former or a certain Wisconsinonian will send another three feet of snow my way. Packers 34-31.
Friday, January 8, 2010
Northern Hospital-ity
Posted by Randal Graves at 6:00 AM
Labels: football, narcissism, sports
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24 comments:
I hope Mrs. Graves is okay!
I suppose we'll survive until you get back.
We won't like it though... :(
((Hugs))
Laura
I'm worried about Mrs. Graves.
AZ vs GB.... I be thinking it could be extremely interesting. C Woodson has been picking everything but cotton and his nose this season. Currently nursing a bad shoulder. Iffen Clay Matthews and Woodson are on-game.... look out.
Hey... I thought you liked snow&cold? We just gotz a fresh batch and I sent it your way.
Football? This is supposed to hold us until you get back? (shuffling away...) Fine.
;-)
(Best wishes to Mrs.Graves-and that means you have to be a really really good husband and cater to her every need and desire for as long as she wishes. That's the rule.)
Wish Mrs Graves well for me. That might just score you some much needed points considering how awesome I am and she will surely appreciate that you sometimes rub shoulders with such a great mind as mine.
The Pats may indeed make it to the second round, but beyond that I ain't so optimistic. From the looks of things, Welker not in th eline up may not be as much of a factor what with his clone Edelman looking like he will fill any gaps lost in the middle.
Hope Mrs. Graves is able to discard her swanky gown ASAP and be home haranguing you to take the trash out like always.
Graves, you swine!
Please give my best to the long-suffering Mrs. Graves. I cannot imagine what that woman must endure.
Regards,
Tengrain
Randal, you have as much eye candy here as Faux Noise.
I agree with your predictions, except I think the Jets will take the Bengals.
I really shouldn't say anything but stay away from the cafeteria food. You think Soylent Green is creepy...
Best wishes to Mrs. Graves!
Dallas sucks, and if there is a God in Heaven they will lose.
What Mary Ellen said:<)! Best wishes for all of you.
THAT'S Mrs. Graves?
I don't think I would have time to blog or anything if that was my missus.
Get better, Mrs. Graves. Your husband needs you to put a foot to his ass.
Oh, and "Patriots," seriously?
I'll take my place in the queue in wishing Mrs. Graves a speedy recovery and good health from now on.
In the meantime don't forget to remove the fast food containers regularly.
I'll hold you and your family in the mashed potatoes, Randal. It's the least I can do for such a wonderful friend as you.
Hospital gown? WTF? Obviously I missed something big. I scrolled backwards but you don't make it easy to read between the lines of football and bullshitery. So what gives? What is Mrs Graves doing needing a hospital gown. I'll take your answer on twitter. Yes, that's a dare.
I didn't know they made gowns in Goth or Grunge styles. Better let her pick one out.
We're sending you some warm weather your way. It was 60 degrees here today. Eat your hearts out all you Eastcoasters.
I was wondering what has been going on with you lately. I'm sorry to read your wife is in the hospital. Wishing her a speedy recovery and to get the hell out of the hospital soon.
Ack! Why does Mrs. Graves need a fancy new hospital gown? I hope that she's OK.
More about Mrs. Graves and less about football. Is she ok?
Randal, here's hoping Mrs. Graves gets good care in the hospital, all goes well and that the Graves family makes it through the most dangerous part — the presenting of the bill — in one financially viable piece.
OMG!!! Are you back to work yet or what???
I'm SOOOOOOOOOOOOO bored without you!
((Hugs))
Laura
Hope everything is OK with you and Mrs. Graves. Your absence is felt on the Intertubes.
Thanks everyone for your wishy wells, I'll put in a good word to Cthulhu that you all be among the last to be devoured.
Thanks, Randal...does my heart good...back atcha!
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