Tuesday, January 15, 2008

It’s 5:00 PM on Monday and Drew Peterson is trying to get back to leading a “normal” life. I am watching the news and writing my blog and it’s snowing. I am toying with the idea of going to bag some rays at the tanning place, but I might not be in the mood to deal with high school kids this evening. Earlier in the day, I went to what used to be the Casual Male big and tubby store by me, and they were gone. I guess after I lost weight and got out of the 3XL, they just couldn’t afford to stay open. The Dunkin’ Donuts/Baskin Robbins still stands guard next door, but now it’s next door to a Verizon store. I was looking for some sweatpants. It’s just as well they were gone. I would have gotten a matching outfit and everybody makes fun of me when my stuff matches.

Britney Spears showed up for a custody hearing in Los Angeles today and decided not to go into the courtroom. Conversely, Kevin Federline (K-Fed) stayed for both the morning and afternoon hearings and left for the day wearing a Mohawk and a pin striped suit in a Range Rover. That better be his lawyer’s car. I couldn’t be more sick of Britney, her sister, Kevin Federline, Lindsay Lohan, and the whole lot of Hollywood knuckleheads that seem to grace the pages of almost everything these days. Why do we have to know much about celebrities? No one even had a clue that Rock Hudson was gay until after he was dead. Raymond Burr was gay too, go figure. Is it wrong? Tell me about them when they are dead, which won’t be too long for some of them.

I mentioned on Monday morning that I thought that it was really wrong for the Bulls players to suspend Joakim Noah for another day on their own, and I guess I was right about that. EVERYBODY is saying that on Monday evening. I’m no basketball expert, but I do know a few things about power and the group dynamic, and that interim coach of the Bulls signed his own death warrant when he allowed that to happen. Speaking of sports: I don’t know what Terrell Owens was on yesterday, but he either ran out of it, or made a bad choice in the first place. There’s no crying in football. Oh, wait, didn’t Brett Favre start crying after the Bears game on New Year’s Eve 2006? And now he’s going to the NFC Championship Game. I guess timing is everything, even when it comes to crying.