I protested the Super Bowl. Okay, I watched every minute of it. But I didn't go to a party. I didn't socialize. Okay, that's not really true. I posted on facebook during the game. And took phone calls and sent text messages.
It's St. Patty's Day. And my Uncle Seamus Seamus O'Donnel Liam Cookie O'Puss Cunigan is in the studio to give us words of wisdom. Drink up. Be Merry. Be Safe.
This whole TB story is freaking me out. Not because of my fear of flying. But because we might very well be dealing with an example of bio terrorism and no one seems to care. All I know is... I'm resealing my windows with duct tape and plastic wrap.
My mother called me to ask me to ask the media to LEAVE Ryan Howard alone. Who's worse, the media or the phans? Or is the phans who think they are the media?