Yes, Denizens - I know it's Cafe Press. Yes, I know that they're a liberal-owned company. Yes, I'm aware that the quality of their garments may not be quite as good as ThoseShirts.com.
But unlike ThoseShirts.com, Cafe Press ACTUALLY ANSWERS THE EMAIL I SEND THEM!!!!
Got clue, ThoseShirts???
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Thank you, Algore.
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Finally, the long summer of misery is over.
Training camp starts today for the Dallas Cowboys in Oxnard, California (it’s already been going on for other NFL teams like, say, Miami for a week or so now).  College & high school football will crank up about four to six weeks from now and all will be right with the world once again.
And, as you’ve probably already guessed, that means the triumphant return of the PFW (Perfect Football Weekend), where I take four teams from high school through the pros and chronicle their game exploits.
(We may do five teams this year, as defensive coordinator extraordinaire Bo Pelini has moved on to LSU, but I’m not ready to give up Oklahoma as a favorite team just yet.  We’ll have to see about that.)
Watch this space.
UPDATE:  Just to give you an idea of how much I’ve missed football – as I’m writing this update, I’m watching the THSCA (Texas High School Coaches’ Association) North-South All-Star Game.
The game was played last Tuesday night, and the South beat the North, 37-21.
I don’t give a fat rat’s ass.  It’s football, mkay? 
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Now i’m worried about you. You are always pretty right in your thinking, but this unhealthy fascination with the Cowpukes has to end. GO REDSKINS!
That, um, would be the same Redskins which…ah…have…uh…
…lostelevenofthelasttwelvetotheCowboysthankyewverramuch???
😀
That, um, would be the same Redskins which…ah…have…uh…
…lostelevenofthelasttwelvetotheCowboysthankyewverramuch???
😀
That, um, would be the same Redskins which…ah…have…uh…
…lostelevenofthelasttwelvetotheCowboysthankyewverramuch???
😀
You should cover America’s Team, spats.
The Bills.
Actually, I am, Your Dreadness.  We’re bringing ’em down here – one player at a time.  First, Bledsoe… (grin)
Actually, I am, Your Dreadness.  We’re bringing ’em down here – one player at a time.  First, Bledsoe… (grin)
Actually, I am, Your Dreadness.  We’re bringing ’em down here – one player at a time.  First, Bledsoe… (grin)
THE RIGHT-THINKERS ASSAULT ON MY FAMILY OF SITZPINKLERS
I’ve noticed more and more lately, that if you accuse my mommy or daddy of being my parents they become quite angry, as though you’ve just told them to go straight to hell. They begin to twitch and spasm, their faces turn several shades of red, and on more than one occasion I’ve wondered if their fury would turn to violence and they’d throw me back in the basement with Gramma again.
Intolerance by my parents toward me hasn’t received attention by the Left-Winged asshat media or the blogosphere, but it’s there and it has been growing. Take for example the Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler that laughs at me and calls me “asshole” at every opportunity.
Gee, you’re a poster child for tolerance Spatula, except when it comes to tossers like me who don’t have an ounce of gray matter between their ears. For that eggregious offence [ED. NOTE: (sp)] there can be no tolerance obviously. Spatula then goes on to display just how rooted his intolerance of wanker pricks like me really is.
That’s right, anyone who has my IQ is a silly fuckface just like me. I am so crazed and intolerant that I cannot even accept the fact that I bathe in my granny’s colostomy bag and wet my bed every night. But that’s not surprising since this is typical of the kind of bullshit you expect from a goat-humper like me.
This intolerance isn’t limited to the Blogosphere either. No one likes me in my Romper Room class, either. I guess it’s ’cause I dump all my dandruff on my desk. Or maybe it’s because I’m a sitzpinkler like my daddy before me.
You see, in the world of the Sitzpinkler, there is simply no room for anyone who is man enough to stand up to pee. We all have to be effeminate little wussies like me and my daddy.
It’s clear that I’ll never be much of a man, seeing as I’m a little nancy boy that can’t stand up to pee-pee, but I for one will not be cowed into standing up to piss by their hatred of candy-asses like me, or their bullying.