Thanks goodness it’s lunchtime and I have some time to process the “new” revelations after the Matt Walsh - Roger Goodell meeting.

What we’ve learned:

1. Matt Walsh didn’t tape the Rams’ SB walk-through, nor does he know of anyone taping. (Haters will say that someone did, just not Matt Walsh OR Roger Goodell is covering it up. Nothing short of Bill Belichick’s and the Patriots franchise’s expulsion from the league will placate these folks.)

2. Cheerleading routines are actually intricate methods by which to transmit defensive signals to players on field. Why else would Walsh tape them, right?

3. In addition to Matt Walsh’s duties as creating the week’s Game Plan (my God), he also served as a ticket-reseller for the players. Maybe I’m just too stupid to understand its relevance to Spygate.

You wanna know what I think? I think Matt Walsh and his legal team had hyped up what little info he did have so much that when it came time to speak, he had to come up with something, ANYTHING that would be of interest to the Commissioner.

You wanna know what else I think? I think this is the most overblown sports story EVER. As the Commissioner even said - advanced “scouting” is permissible. Although the tapes weren’t used in the same day, what isn’t is videotaping. Belichick didn’t misinterpret a rule, he looked for a loophole, just like any other successful businessman in the country. Belichick thought he had found one but WRONG and we all know that.

And I’m even going to make a bold assertion right now. I think Spygate, contrary to all the bullshit haters, is GOOD FOR THE LEAGUE. Why, you ask? You can talk about the integrity of the game, but no one will even consider that other teams are doing it, or anything illegal for that matter, thus integrity is preserved. Spygate gives NFL fans around the country a villain and, as evidenced by the record ratings for all Patriots games, people want to watch the villain because they want to watch the villain lose. It gives people a stronger sense of team pride for their own team.

Yep. I did just say that.

Matt Walsh has proven this is one big desperate cry for attention and I gotta hand it to him, he’s done well in screwing his old bosses. His February timing was impeccable. But, yeah, blah. I’m bored with the whole thing.

Overall, nothing changes. We could trot out tapes from 31 other teams but it doesn’t matter. All those who hate the Patriots will continue to do so. They will continue with their “cheating cheaters,” yadda yadda, and really who cares? I don’t give a crap if you like my favorite team or not. Likewise, you don’t give a crap if I like your team.

Now that I’ve wasted all afternoon focusing my energy on this whole Roger Goodell press conference, I might as well start some work.

That is all. [LINK]

Today is Mother’s Day so I’d like to wish my beautiful mom a wonderful one. She’s the best mom I ever had.

But why stop there… Happy Mother’s Day to any woman who has the daunting task of raising children. I envy your never-ending energy, patience, and compassion. I don’t know how you all do it but someday I hope to join your ranks.

If you’re reading this, I hope you’re 18 or older.

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Yep, I watched American Idol last night. And yep, I just wasn’t all that impressed. It was boring! Even my current favorite, David Cook, let me down. I’ll admit his rendition of “Baba O’Reily” was pretty awesome (except for the ending) but Duran Duran? On American Idol? I love me some Simon LeBon, but not on American Idol’s rock night. I expected more. Syesha’s “Proud Mary” was okay, and David Archuleta (any relation to Adam?) was good, but *yawn* snooze-inducing. Say what you will about last season’s Blake Lewis, but that boy could put on a show. Hell, even Season Five winner Taylor Hicks could entertain me. I thought this was supposed to be the most talented group of finalists EVER?! Oh right - Michael Johns and Carly Smithson were already sent home in favor of Brooke and Jason Castro. Right.

I’ve got a bone to pick with Jason Castro. Never before in all my years of watching American Idol (wow that sounds geeky) have I ever witnessed a contestant care as little about his performance than Jason Castro. Never. Between his atrocious song choices and not even trying to remember lyrics, it’s almost as if he is TRYING to get voted off, and my dad is convinced that he is.

Jason reminds me of that really smart kid in high school that skips class to smoke weed and never brings in homework. Even without trying, he is almost there but you know if he put in just a smidgen of effort, he’d excel.

But what really sucks about Jason Castro is that no matter how badly he performs, he’ll probably stay tonight and Syesha, who has been working her butt off to improve, will go home because for some reason, the voters keep voting for him. Why? He’s not even that attractive. At least the infamous Sanjaya was so ugly he was cute, you know, like a pug. And, at least Sanjaya was entertaining, in a sort of trainwreck kind of way. Jason is neither. Send him home, America! Send him home!

And don’t even get me started on Chef

You know you’re at work late when the cops stop in thinking you are burglarizing your office. And that’s what happened last night (technically, early this morning) as I was trying to finish up the newspapers.

The only difference from the normal late Wednesday/early Thursday was that everyone was in the office late, not just me. For some reason, I finished my newspaper early but all my co-workers took forever and since I’m the official newspaper-sender-to-the-printer-girl, I had to wait for everyone to finish. Also, instead of smoking inside my empty office, I had to go outside for a butt which is what the cops noticed, I think.

At around 1 a.m., I went outside for a cigarette while cursing everyone for keeping me there so late. I went back inside and five minutes later a police cruiser pulls up and a cop gets out and comes into my office ready for business.

Sarcastically, he says, “We’re here late tonight.” I could tell, he was totally ready to crack skulls.

“We’re in production,” I said.

I don’t think he believed me and I would have been screwed if he came over to my computer because since I had already finished and was waiting for everyone else, I had solitaire loaded on the monitor.

Luckily, my boss was still there and came out of his office. Low and behold, he knows the dude. The moment he walked out, the officer’s whole demeanor changed and rightfully so.

“Angela’s always here this late,” my boss told him. Yep.

After five minutes of chit chat with my boss, the cop left, and the story is far less exciting then when you first started reading this blog post. My boss was THRILLED that the cops took notice of what was going on inside because that means a real burglar might have a more difficult time stealing our office’s crappy computers. And part of my boss’s’ motto is, “take care of the cops and they will take care of you.” I guess it’s working.

My boyfriend made me lunch today.

Such a sweet boy… when he wants to be.