You know when you're moderately drunk, and you walk into the bathroom at the bar, and there's that 1/2 second of panic where you're not sure if you went into the men's room or the ladies' room, and you look around frantically for the familiar sight of the urinal up against the wall?

I hate that.

These are my non-football thoughts of the week:

Magic Hat #9 is my new favorite beer

Could I BE anymore gassy lately?

It's almost time for eggnog lattes. I love that time.

If I don't write stuff down lately, I seem to forget it.

I thought maybe I had broken my leg. As it turns out, I hadn't.