I for one miss Tex
I have run the numbers: Either Tex is dead or he isn't dead, and that sets the odds at 50/50.
I'm in this middle part of three stages. In two of them I'm not alive. Half the time I'm not doing much now that I am alive. Part of the time I'm in here which is no more useful than being dead. Part of the time when I'm in here I read posts that make me realize that being dead has its advantages.
This might be one of those times. And I have to mow the grass. At least that's alive. Except for where the neighbor's dog pisses on it. I kind of wish he was dead. The dog--not my neighbor. Except for the dog he is a pretty good guy.
[QUOTE=George Cumby] ...every draft (Ted) would pick a solid, dependable, smart, athletically limited linebacker...the guy who isn't doing drugs, going to strip bars, knocking around his girlfriend or making any plays of game changing significance.
I would recommend a nice cold bowl of antifreeze on a hot day but I think someone passed a law a few years ago prohibiting whatever ingredient made it so delicious tasting for dogs.