Sam has to go to the eye doctor. We think he has the lazy eye. He's becoming our Brett. Brett was the Hiner boy who, because of his countless minor medical issues (ear tubes, braces, jaw surgery, etc.) ensured the Family von Hiner never got to go on vacation or own a pontoon boat. That's Sam's duty now. Perpetual ear operations, vision issues now, and who knows what else. I'm not mad at the kid, of course. This goes with the job. It's all cool. But then there comes Tieraney, who wants another one of these things.
How much money will lose on that one?
Me? I just want one championship. I don't care if it's Seattle or Minnesota, I want to know what it's like to root for a champion at least once in my lifetime.
Beyond all this nonesense, Monday was just the day that was. I did get a ridiculous come-from-behind win in my fantasy league, though, pushing me to sole possession of second place. If I win one of the last two, I'm definitely in the playoffs. If either of two other teams loses at least one, I'm in. If I win next week, I'm tied for first. Good times.
And it's enough to bat down a pass at the line of scrimmage.
Life's ball. 3rd and 17 on their own 5.
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