Wednesday, December 31, 2008

A Productive Day

Yesterday was not productive. Today was extremely productive. The difference...getting out of the office. You see, yesterday I was at the office. I was working hard trying to get stuff done. At 10:00 in the morning one of our youth kids showed up with a friend and wanted my help with some stuff. So I helped until noon, ate lunch, then went and helped some more. Then at 2:00 I was ready to make my escape to Mojo's (my favorite coffee shop). As I was walking out the door, in came an old friend that I or Doug hadn't seen in quite sometime. It was exciting to chat with him and hang out, but I ended up getting nearly nothing done after 10a.m.

Today was different. I didn't even go to the office. I took a printed copy of my Palm Desktop's To Do list and started checking things off. Everything I wanted to get done for the week I got done. Well, not done, but as far as humanly possible right now since much is contingent on other people. Anyway, long story short. Don't stay in the office.

On another note. I knew a kid named Brendan Dunphy when I was in High School. I just saw a commercial as I was eating lunch at home. It was an Iowa State University commercial promoting the college. I swear it was Brendan that was the spokesperson on the commercial. I am looking for it again so I can be sure. Pretty cool huh?

Monday, December 29, 2008

Christmas in...well...December

Right now Gabriel is giving kisses to his sibling. Yes folks, he is kissing Pam's tummy. This after a fun night of opening yet a few more gifts. A football and a puzzle book. He even had a stocking even though Santa doesn't exist (I feel I have to add the "Santa doesn't exist" part so that Pam's family knows that I don't actually believe in Santa). In his stocking he got a fleet of little trucks, new bibs, slippers, a toy hammer, a basketball, and a can of 3 tennis balls. I know the tennis balls sound random, but he LOVES them, especially dumping them out of the can and putting them back in.

Pam and I did stockings for each other too. We set an amount that we were allowed to spend and went out and got gifts for each other. This was extremely fun. Pam knows me all too well. She got me 3 pounds of Cheez-its, a 2 liter of Diet Pepsi, a big box of Nerds, a bottle of Blackberry Brandi, a really nice hat, 3 lottery tickets, and a Whities gift card. It was really fun.

Last night we watched "Mamma Mia" which I thought was horrible. I watched every minute of it, hated all but one minute of it, and will never watch it again if I can help it. The one minute I liked was the random men that come out of the ocean wearing flippers and do the gayest dance I've ever seen. That was just funny. Anyway, I'll stop with the critique now in fear I will offend one of the people in my life who insist that it is one of the greatest movies in the world. I guess I am on the opposite side of the spectrum having wished many times throughout the movie that I had given myself a paper cut and poured lemon juice on it for entertainment instead. That is all.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

How He Loves

Last night we were playing "Boxers or Briefs" (its a board game) and someone gave me a card that said "I am going to sing my favorite song" (no time to explain the rules. Just go with it.). Until a few months ago I would have had to pick a song out of a hat because I didn't have a favorite song. I love a lot of music for a lot of different reasons. There are days I want to listen to Dave Matthews do the "Two Step" and days when I want to hear Norah Jones "Turn Me On". Some days I want to hear Switchfoot tell me why they were "Meant to Live" and Toby Mac explain that he was "Made to Love" then I would want to relax to Gershwin's "Rhapsody in Blue". On any given day I would choose any given song to be the one that I would love that day. I have 2891 songs on my iTunes right now and a list of songs that I plan on getting. I love almost all of them and a couple months ago could not and would not have picked a favorite. There was just no song that couldn't be replaced the next minute, hour, or day by another song that was just right for that time and that place. Now, I still think along those lines. I still love music just for music. Well folks, I have a favorite song now. Here is the story.

I went to a worship conference in October. This was a big conference with big names in the worship world. Paul Baloche (writer of "Open the Eyes of My Heart", "I See the Lord", and a whole slew of others), Lincoln Brewster, Jared Anderson, Glen Packiam, John Egan, and a lot more were all at this conference. It was cool and everything but I have a lot of beefs with the creation of "Corporate Jesus" that these things have created and promoted(unintentionally I hope, anyway, that is another blog). Well this guy came up to the stage at one point, he was new to the "Integrity" Record Label. His name was Joel Auge. He said, I think this is the most beautiful song in the world. And there I stood singing it and crying. I don't have this often with songs. I know, I'm a worship leader, but either I know too much about music, or I just find most worship music shallow and unable to penetrate broken hearts very often. I just think that too many artists intend for their songs to penetrate hearts, forgetting that the Holy Spirit is in charge of the heart change and our job is simply to provide as many outlets as we humanly can where that connection can happen (music or otherwise). Anyway, this song was obviously NOT intended for people to sing it in church. In fact, there was no real intention for the song. But it is changing the world.
"How He Loves"


Lyrics:
He is jealous for me
Loves like a hurricane
I am a tree
Bending beneath
The weight of his wind and mercy
When all of a sudden
I am unaware of these
Afflictions eclipsed by glory
And I realize how beautiful you are
And how great your afflictions for me

Oh how he loves us so
Oh how he loves us
How he loves us so

Yea He loves us
Oh how

We are his portion
And he is our prize
Drawn to redemption by the grace in his eyes
If grace is an ocean we're all sinking
So heaven meats earth like a sloppy wet kiss
And my heart burns violently inside of my chest
I don't have time to maintain these regrets
When I think about the way
He loves us

Oh how he loves us so
Oh how he loves us
How he loves us so

Yea He loves us
Oh how

I thought about you
The day Stephen died
And you met me between my breaking
I know that I still love you God
Despite the agony
See people they want to tell me your cruel
But if Stephen could sing
He'd say its not true
Cause your good

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Ashley oh Ashley! Wherefore art thou, Ashley?

So does anyone else wonder why Ashley Lang doesn't have a blog? For those who may not know, she is the sister of Pam (my wife) and Emily (who's blog is in my blogging friends). She says she has a boring life and nothing to blog about. I think that is a terrible excuse. Just by blogging your life's boring quotient disappears. You officially have an exciting life just by having a blog. Not only that, but I think there is a lot of beauty in the mundane.

I declare this blog the official start to the "Get Ashley to Blog" petition. If you would like Ashley Lang to blog please do the following: Comment on this blog. If you have a blog, write an entry on it declaring your love for Ashley and your desire to know what is going on in her life. The way I figure, even if she decides to ignore us, she will be put in a relatively awkward position of having a lot of people blog about her.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Kudos to Jase

This is a shout out to my super super super cool brother Jase. He is currently on his way to California and therefor wearing sandals, no coat, no hat, no mittens...completely ready to walk off into southern CA. He left his neato thick flannel jacket, arctic furry hat, and giant mittens so that I could use them. Yes, I used them to push Doug out of his driveway. Yes, I wasn't even cold. Except my nose. I couldn't smell a thing through my frozen boogers.

Home Alone

99.999% of the time I would tell you that I have the best job in the world. I have a flexible schedule, I do a lot of different things, I work with people on a regular basis, I am cared for deeply by a special body of people, and I am allowed to have fun on the job. Tonight, I don't like my job. Just tonight. You see, I am stuck 4 hours away from my family. It sucks. I hate being home alone. Sure, there are a slew of people who would happily open their home and have me over. But when I am missing my family, it is almost better for me to sit at home and sulk. So that is what I'm doing tonight.

I take that back. I just got a call from Doug. He got stuck in his driveway. He asked if I could come and help push him out. It looks like I will be going over there after all.

I'm dreaming of a 72 degrees and sunny Christmas.

Monday, December 15, 2008

The Story of My Night

We went to a Go Fish concert tonight with Gabriel. It was weird how insanely involved he was in the concert. I don't think kids his age typically sit for two hours completely focused on what is going on in front of him.

The Story of Gabriel at the concert in very short musings:

The lights go off announcing the start of the concert, big pillars glow with different Christmas colors on stage. Gabriel immediately sits at attention.

The song "Christmas with a Capital C" starts things off with Jason nearest us, Jamie in the middle, and Andy on the far side of the stage. They aren't singing quite yet, just a recording of some comedian talking about Christmas being spelled with a "C". Gabriel grabs mom and climbs in her lap because he's not sure what is going on. They start singing. Gabriel snaps back to attention because he knows those voices.

They continue singing, kids all over the venue begin singing along, then dancing, pumping fists, clapping, head-banging, etc... Gabriel watches closely.

They continue singing. Gabriel starts clapping, then dancing, head-banging, then stops, then remembers he can, then stops.

Intermission. Diaper change, Gabriel introducing himself to complete strangers, many complete strangers oohing and ahhing over this cute kid running around in P.J.'s. Same old comments, "He's so cute." "How old is he?" "He walks so well."

Singing starts again, Gabriel is so into it even though his eyes are half closed because he is so tired.

Concert ends, standing ovation. Encore "Little Drummer Boy" Interlude in the middle of the song with Jamie Statema playing a huge drum set that was just rolled out on the stage. Mom fighting hard to keep Gabriel from jumping up, climbing up on stage, and kicking Jamie off the drums so he can play.

Concert actually ends. Mom and Dad decide the line is to long to meet Jamie, Jason, and Andy. Car is started. Gabriel is sleeping before we are out of the parking lot.

Arrive home 10:45. Gabriel wakes up and has a tough time falling asleep. Finally finds himself in dreamland on moms chest as she blogs on the computer. Dad blogs about another great night with the family. Then he shuts his computer and goes to sleep.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Football Day!

Today at church we had a congregational meeting so we got home about an hour later than normal. We went to Doug and Nancy's house (good friends of ours) and had dinner. We had football on the tv while we ate. Then I got super sleepy and almost fell asleep on their couch when we decided it was time to go. So we got home and football went on the tv, I took a really short nap, then continued to watch football. I have literally watched football all day long. I watched the Vikings kick the crap out of the Cardinals. I watched my fantasy players win me the championship trophy. Now, as I write, the Cowboys are ahead of the Giants.

I say all of this to lead into my next paragraph. I can't figure out where I got so lucky that Pam NEVER complains when I want to watch football. In our entire married life I cannot recall ever once hearing her complain about football. She doesn't just put up with me watching either. She will actually sit next to me on the couch during the game.

Pam reads these "mom" chat boards online every once in awhile. It is a good place to get advice and learn about events in the area. Anyway, she will share different posts with me. I've heard wives complain about how their husbands will just sit and watch TV all day long and how it drives them nuts. The thing is, if you think about it, the wives aren't all wrong. Sure, every once in awhile a guy should get to watch a game, but all day Sunday, all night Monday and Thursday, and all day Saturday is probably a little much. Pam really doesn't care though. Funny thing though, when Pam wants to watch Desperate Housewives in the middle of the Cowboys game, not only do I say sure, I actually WANT her to watch it. She deserves it. She even lets me check the score on commercials. Her show is only an hour. I'll catch the end of the game anyway.

So in conclusion, my wife just proves over and over that there is just none out there that can compare with her. Here's to my beautiful wife!!!!!

Friday, December 12, 2008

My Selfish Wish List Part 1

Okay, in keeping with the trend, here are my selfish wishes. In no particular order.

1. A DVR with a HUGE hard drive.
2. A new TV to watch my recordings from the DVR
3. The keys to a mini-van with great gas mileage
4. Season tickets to the Quad City River Bandits
5. A heavy fleece lined zip up hoody
6. An X-Box 360 with NCAA '09
7. A Martin Acoustic Guitar (Solid Koa Wood)
8. A membership to the YMCA
9. Eye Glasses
10. Gift card to Home Depot for a kitchen remodel
11. Gift card to Home Depot for a bathroom remodel

My movies back on. Gotta go. More to come.

State of the House Search Address

My Fellow Blog Watchers,

As some of you may know, my family is in the process of looking for a house. We are in no hurry as we have a comfy apartment that is on a monthly lease. We have another family member on his/her way, however, and are thinking that we may be in need of more room. Especially since right now, visitors are stuck sleeping on a couch. This blog is dedicated to my thoughts on the houses that we have looked at. I have named them by their locations. Not by address or anything else. This protects is to protect the innocent...or more likely just because I think it is more fun.

Brady Street Houses (Davenport): We looked at two homes on Brady Street in Davenport. They were old and I guess, in a certain way, charming. I very much disliked their locations and lack of yards. They would also have been difficult to keep up. While some families may love the houses, Pam and I are putting a definite "NO" on these two.

Mall House (Davenport): I really liked the location of this house. It was within about a 2 minute walk of North Park Mall. The neighborhood is clean and seemingly safe. The house was small and while it had three bedrooms, I am not sure you could even fit a bed in one of them. It was cute. Again, I think that this would make a great home for a family of our size, but something about it just didn't feel right. And yes, I DO think that you can and even should base at least some of your opinion of a house based on how you "feel" about it. Anyway, my vote is "No" on this one as well.

Dark House (Davenport): This house was like...eh. I guess I could live in it, but I'm not sure I want to make the biggest purchase of my life thus far on something that I don't totally want. I didn't totally want this house. There was nothing really wrong with it. It was about the same size as the Mall House, it was in another clean and well kept neighborhood. Its location in terms of distance to Eldridge was great. It sits right off of Division Street which runs right into Eldridge. It is about 1 1/2 miles off South of 80 making it about a 7 minute drive to the church office. Alas, I had to vote "NO" to this one as well. I just can't do the Davenport thing. Maybe if we found just the right house. I don't think it has anything to do with Davenport in and of itself. I just haven't seen anything there that I really want.

Cat Pee House (DeWitt): Cat Pee, REALLY weird floor plan, a giant rock with the previous owners name engraved on it, a HUGE living room area, a HUGE dining room area, and still only 2 bedrooms that you could spend days looking for if you didn't know where you were going, ugly carpet, asbestos in the attic, a basement that was caving in, and did I mention cat pee? Anyway, "NO".

Ramp House (DeWitt): This is a hard house for me. I can't say that I hated it. It has a lot of potential. It didn't help that its still occupied so you have to try so hard to see past someone Else's junk. Again this was a house that didn't get me all excited. It had a living space above the basement that could make a killer bedroom and is even supposed to. They apparently have been in the process of making into something. There is so much left to do though. The kitchen is small with no where to open it up. The living room is small. The bathroom is okay. The bedrooms are small. The curb appeal is non-existent. There is wood siding on the garage that needs fixed. I would have to say, while probably better than some of the others that we've looked at, I am still voting "NO".

Ginormo Bush House (DeWitt): I have to say that I could buy this house. It is OLD! VERY OLD! It has so much charm to it though. I am a sucker for original woodwork, built ins, and old homes like this. This house needs a lot of work, but everything points to it being pretty solid as far as foundation, floors, roof, new furnace, etc... Most of the work it needs is cosmetic. The kitchen is butt ugly, but nothing that can't be fixed and taken care of. I can picture us removing the wall between the kitchen and dining room to open it up. I don't know. I can't shake this house. There is so much that needs to be done to it, but so much I think I'd enjoy doing. I think it would be VERY rewarding to work on this house, care for it, and make it beautiful again, as I'm sure it was when it was but a young house. We would have to spend, probably the entire first year tearing down the wall paper. The next year, painting. We would need to replace the bathroom sink, and install a shower almost immediately. The bathroom floor looks like it could use some help too. The bathroom in general would be a project. Oh, and the 10 foot overgrown bushes that surround the house would have to go first thing this spring. I say this house is a "Definite Possibility."

Foreboding Eagle House (Long Grove): So there is no yard. Only because it is filled with bushes, trees, gazebos, statues, foreboding eagle decor, light poles, and rocks. It looks like Narnia threw up. Take all that away and it has a nice sized yard. The house is the oldest one we looked at I think. For its age, it has been pretty well kept. It has a lot of space downstairs with a big kitchen, a family room, a formal dining room, a bedroom, the only bathroom in the house, the laundry/den, a fireplace, and a deck off the den. The upstairs looks like it could fall down tomorrow, but it is still pretty nice. The windows are old. There are three small bedrooms upstairs. I am not sure that the upstairs have really been used for awhile there. Four bedrooms in all. One small bathroom in all. I love the location as it is about 4 minutes away from the office. In fact, I think that even though it is in another town, it probably isn't that much further from the office than Doug's house. It is in Long Grove so if you fix up what needs fixing and make it presentable, your property value is not going down anytime soon. It is an estate. It is still a little higher than we can afford, but we might be able to talk them down into a more reasonable price because it is an estate that needs work. My imagination to what we could do to the house isn't able to run wild like it does with the DeWitt house. I am pretty sure that property taxes in Long Grove are exorbitant. I vote "Maybe" on this one.

Thus ends my thoughts on our quest for a house. Again, we are in no hurry and God will make whatever he wants possible for us. He will lead us to the right one. I'm not worried. If you have any questions about the naming of the houses just ask. I'll expound as requested.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

To My Dear Brother Jase:

Okay, so this is getting good. This whole blogging thing is really bringing out the best in everyone. If you are interested read this. It's a blog by Jase in response to Jake and my conversation about Fantasy Football.

Dear Jase,

I that I would tell you the main reasons that I partake in fantasy.

1. I can name 4 guys out of the 12 in our league that very well would not be at North Ridge Community Church if they hadn't been asked to participate in the league. One was the neighbor of a new Christian who was asked to be in the league. Since the start of the league 12 weeks ago he has only missed one Sunday. He is at church early almost every week because he loves the camaraderie of the guys that are there setting up who talk about who is playing who, and what games are going to be big.

2. Two, I touched on it in the last point, but I'd like to draw out the camaraderie that has been formed between the guys in the league. We talk during the week, hang out before church, talk about things that aren't even related to football, watch games together, have a beer (me a coke because I hate beer, although one guy will always mix me a captain and coke, which is cool) together, and just plain enjoy each other's company. This being with guys, that I probably would not have even known or had anything in common with a couple months ago.

3. It allows me to see the game from a completely different angle. I LOVE the Vikings. They are my favorite team. If I have no players from the Vikings I still root for them to win, even against the guys in my line-up. BUT now I see the game in terms of field position, time of possession, injuries, and detail that I never watched before. EVERY play from the first to the last, matters to me. Last night is a good example. I had Antonio Bryant playing Steve Smith and I needed to hold a 6 point lead. Not easy to do against a receiver as powerful as Smith. Both Carolina and Tampa have a better record than Minnesota. I of course would like to see Tampa win just so that Carolina doesn't get that much closer to having home field advantage through the playoffs. They are one of two teams this season that haven't lost at home. The other being Tampa. Here's the kicker though, I don't really care too much since the Vikings fate is really in them winning their division, which I think they will do. So instead of rooting for Tampa to merely win. I am rooting for Carolina to get about two touchdowns ahead on the ground. This way they will run more, and Tampa will have to throw more deep. Then when the fourth quarter rolls around I want Tampa to throw a couple deep touchdowns, tie it, and go ahead with a field goal or something with time running out. The details add a lot more excitement for me. By the way, Steve Smith is amazing and got 23 fantasy points for my opponent. Antonio Bryant, however, got his season high 44 points. Guess, what. The game ended up going pretty close to what I just described except Tampa got ran all over in the fourth quarter by an incredible running show between DeAngelo Williams and Jonathan Stewart. Tampa lost. Not ideal for my team, but either one of those teams would be scary in the post season I think. Anyway, there I am with my eyes on every play. Standing during every deep pass, hooting and hollering on every Bryant/Smith catch. Two people I didn't really even know about last season. Some people may be able to watch football like this anyway. Not me. I typically wouldn't care how any team won or lost as long as MY team won or lost. In the end though, I just care that Minnesota wins or loses. By the way, when you don't have cable, you have to go to other people's houses to watch Monday Night Football. It is such a great excuse for a "Pastor's Visit".

So there are three points that make fantasy good for me. And yes, I would suggest that others try it out. I by no means think that everyone should be involved in fantasy football. I am perfectly okay with people that simply don't want to.

Monday, December 8, 2008

To My Dear Brother:

I encourage you to read my previous post, and the response to the post at http://bluestarcowboys.blogspot.com/2008/12/fantasy-not-for-me.html before you read any further.

Dear Jake,

Personally I think that you took my post about fantasy football a little too...um...personally? I know that I had no intention of making you feel bad about not being a fantasy person. I think it is perfectly fine not to participate in fantasy football. I'll admit that your post offended me just a little because I don't think it accurately represented my feelings about fantasy football and people. I may have used some superlatives or whatnot in my previous post that could have made people feel inferior for not wanting to participate in the sport. I'm sorry. I am responding to your post, just because it makes for some interesting web drama, and because I would like to make you feel a little bit perturbed as well. You know...because I'm the sharing type.

I would like to mention, first, that if you added up my entire time spent on my fantasy team during the season you would probably arrive at a number close to 1 hour. It isn't necessary to put more than five minutes a week into your team. At the end of the day you have absolutely no control of the outcome of your game. It really provides you with the opportunity to watch players you never would in the first place. There are also a lot of guys that I probably never would have gotten the opportunity to connect with if it weren't for the league. BUT I do see your point. There are those, and I'm assuming you must think of yourself as one of them, that would not be able to restrain themselves from sitting for hours in front of their computer every day comparing stats, weighing projections, and yelling at their wives for more beer. They could much better spend their time watching "The West Wing".

I would also like to point out that using Marion Barber of all backs as an example of a person valuable to a team but not necessarily to a fantasy team is somewhat mis-informed. Someone like Willie McGahee or Leron McClain would have definitely been a better example. You wouldn't know that though because you probably don't give a squat about the Ravens. You see, it isn't all about numbers. Projected field position, timing of scoring, match ups, even who is playing with who on what team are factors in your score. Yes, it boils down to numbers. But technically, so does a real football game. Besides, Willie McGahee is especially important to me if Antonio Bryant is playing against him. Why? I need Willie to stay just far enough ahead of the Bucs so that they have to pass down field to Bryant.

I should also mention that I really do feel bad for someone who would have to skip watching the NFC championship if it were between the Redskins and the 49rs because he so hated the site of either team. I guess I'd just have to ask...do you really love the NFL or just the Prima Donna Cowboys. Hey, before you get all offended remember, I love the Cowboys and root for them in every game they play, but I'm sick of Romo strutting around like he is King of the QB. Sick of T.O. whining every time the ball goes to someone else. If it weren't for Barber, Jones, and now Choice it would be hard for me not to see at least Romo and Owens, and throw jailbird PacMan in there too, as arrogant pricks. They have no business giving up a game like the one against the Steelers in the fourth quarter. Call it bad coaching or whatever, they choked. Just because you wear blue and silver on Sunday doesn't make you any better than Santana Moss. They should have to prove it. They haven't. It's too bad too, because I think that they are better. I think they really ARE better. But it is hard to perform if you are a head case.

There are people who would tell you all about how much they hate Harry Potter even though they never read one of his books. Or how terrible squash tastes even though looking at it is as close they've come to tasting it. I have a very hard time listening to those people. Their rants and raves just don't seem to hold much ground with me. I don't know why? Maybe you could help me out on this one.

Polite Children, Fantasy Football, and Stocks

So Gabriel is officially polite. Pam and I have wanted to teach baby sign language to Gabriel for awhile now and have failed miserably. Not because Gabriel hasn't picked it up but because we just haven't spent any time teaching him. So we decided that we should start teaching him now. We have begun with the word "please". Apparently kids who sign "please" and "thank you" are a lot more likely to say them without prompting when they grow up. Anyway, we started making a big deal of it for an evening. We would say to each other, "Mommy may I have a drink please." rubbing our hand in a circular motion on our chest when we said please. Then any time Gabriel wanted something like more food or a drink or to read a book we would make him say please and showed him how to sign it. Sure enough by the end of the evening he had started doing it a little. But by the end of the next day he did it by himself without prompting. Now he does it all the time. He'll point to something, rub his chest, and say "pease" (no "l" of course). It is awesome! Pavlov would be so proud. Next we must teach him some nouns so he can tell us what he is asking for. We've found that he'll sign "please" and we have no idea what he wants. So we are working on drink and eat. I'm sure it won't be long and he'll get those too.

On another note, I have to tell everyone a little about fantasy football. I am a fantasy football fan. I believe that it would be good for all fans of the sport to be involved in a fantasy league. Here are my reasons. First, you start following the whole league a lot closer. While you still have a favorite team that you root for, you also start rooting for players and watching every game like its the super bowl. For instance, I have Wes Welker on my fantasy team this year. I don't care a hoot about his game at all. I did watch via the ESPN "Fantasy Cast" and was just excited as all get out as he gets one reception after another for over 130 yards and a touchdown. That equals 21 points for me. Or, tonight's Monday night football game is HUGE for me. I am in the first round of the playoffs as the 4th seed. I am playing the number 1 seed. He has only lost 3 games all year. I am ahead right now by 6 points. He has Carolina's Steve Smith and I have Tampa's Antonio Bryant. Now this game becomes SUPER important. If Steve Smith gets a 10 yard touchdown reception he gets 7 points. He would go ahead. If that happens, though, and Antonio Bryant gets a reception for 20 yards, I would still be ahead by a point. See how this goes? It is obviously of the utmost importance. Anyway, I am MUCH more knowledgeable about individual players than I ever have been, AND I know way more than I ever did about how each team is doing.

Oneseason.com is a new website that I am taking an interest in. You buy and sell stock in professional athletes. It uses real money. The value of a player goes up as people buy their stock and fall as people sell. Their popularity is a reflection of how people will buy and sell their stock. I don't know, it looks cool. I think I may partake one of these days.