What idiot thought this would be a good idea? Who okayed this? Can you imagine the ‘tards sitting around a conference table, discussing their next marketing campaign? You’d think, maybe, just maybe, if it was completely necessary, they could have, oh I don’t know, talked to police so something like this would have happened?

I think the Globe editorial said it best, “Executives at Turner Broadcasting displayed an astounding lack of judgment by planting devices that could be mistaken for explosive devices as a means to publicize an animated television show.”

The artist’s photos while hanging the devices around the city.

Dear Teenage girls in front of my office,

I will not buy you cigarettes. You asked me last week and I said, “no.” You asked me again, and again, I said, “no.” I’ve told you I was under 18, I’ve told you I no habla ingles, I even told you my grandfather died of lung cancer. You will not take the hint. I WILL NOT BUY YOU CIGARETTES!

Staring me down while I have my cigarette break will not help your cause. I am a legal adult, allowed by law to buy my cigarettes. You are not.

When I was your age, I couldn’t buy cigarettes. If you want to smoke so badly, do what I did… get your parents to buy your cigarettes.

Your cooperation will be much appreciated. Thank you in advance.

Hate always,
Angela

I’ve successfully managed to avoid ANY football coverage at all! So much so that I learned of the Oakland Raiders new head coach from Mistress Carrie on WAAF. I get so much more accomplished at work now that I’m not browsing NFL.com all day.

It’s weird though, I’m not as bummed out as I thought I’d be.

Ah, so close, yet so far away. What a season, what a game! I guess you can’t win ‘em all… Manning didn’t pull a Manning. He won the game. I thought he was ready to unravel in the first half but he collected himself and earned his spot in Super Bowl XLI.

Sorry, Jim, but that’s the Super Bowl. Manning is going to win in two weeks. He and Tony Dungy are going to finally, after all the hype, all the talk, all the media, win a Super Bowl.

It sucks that the Patriots didn’t win but as of right now, I feel relieved. That game was painfully stressful. My dad, the genius armchair GM/Analyst/Coach/Football know-it-all, said it best… it’s not the game that’s enjoyable. It’s the victory celebration afterwards.

That’s about all I can muster now. I’m drained. Congrats to all the Indy fans. And to them I say, enjoy the next two weeks. It’s going to be a blast.

Here we go again… my nerves get going, my stomach gets churning… it must be almost kickoff time. What is life like for those who do not cherish football, or any sport for that matter? What gets them excited? What thrills them? Do they know what they’re missing? Do they care? Probably not.

Currently, the Bears are beating the Saints. It’s only adding to my anxiety. Why am I constantly being tortured by the NFL schedulers?

Troy Brown back in 1998. Photograph by Me with a primitive 35mm camera

Should the Patriots lose tonight, this game could be the last for Troy Brown. It’s going to be a real turning point for me and my Patriots-fan-dom when Troy retires. Troy has developed as a player as I have developed as a fan. The Troy-Angela love affair began back in the days when he backed up Terry Glenn. Whenever Glenn had some stupid injury, hangnail, eyelash in his eye, whatever, Troy stepped in and stepped up.

I also met Troy back in 1998. There was a very small line at his autograph signing. Can you imagine what the line would be like today? Wow. Troy was a rookie when I started watching. He’s always been there. I’ve watched many players come and go in that time… Drew Bledsoe, Ty Law, Big Play Willie Clay, Shawn Jefferson, Andy Katzemoyer (remember that dude!?)… and Troy has been the constant. If and when Troy goes, it will be the end of a bygone era.

It’s official, Bears vs. ???… Super Bowl XLI. I guess the Saints go marching home?