I haven’t blogged in about 10 days. I have been in a bit of a funk, stuck in an in-between-jobs mode and feeling sorry for myself. Kind of like I have nothing significant going on right now so why bother with any of the other stuff, like blogging?

Yeah, I’m calling bullshit too. I have no excuse. I should have been writing every day.

But I did think about it. I actually would see things that I knew I should be writing about here, passing along my sort of personal social enlightenment. For some reason though, I just froze up and couldn’t open the page. I haven’t actually opened WordPress since Sept. 24 since my last post (Eastbound).

But I realized today that blogging was part of my therapy to deal with “working from home.” I enjoy the outlet it gives me as I actually feel like, in a way, I’m talking with someone. Sitting at home with teamCAC and listening to Internet replays of Sports Nightly, while enjoyable for a bit, is not socially interactive enough for me on a regular basis. But writing, and getting a little feedback here and there, definitely gives me some of that interaction I need.

So I’m going to get back at it.

I’ll start with a basic post to catch everyone up on the things they should have caught on their own in the past week or so. It’s stuff that if you saw, you might have thought I would have commented on it. And if you didn’t think that, well, you should have. Shame on you.

Kasim Osgood…. Ya know, I have never been pistol-whipped. I may be at some point as there’s definitely times where I’m obnoxious enough to warrant it. But for some reason, I don’t think I’ll actually ever be pistol-whipped while I’m watching television with a 19-year-old cheerleader in her home. Oh, and all this when I’m a 30-year-old Pro-Bowler.  WTF?

Ozzy Osborne…. I don’t have anything against him. I actually like a lot of his music, even back to the Sabbath days. And for a while, he was pretty funny in a I-shouldn’t-be-laughing-at-the-guy-with-dain-bramage way. But in the past day, I’ve seen my 11-year-old nephew “like” Ozzy Osborne on Facebook and that really made me 1) feel really fucking old and 2) wonder why Ozzy is still relevant in the rock world. He’s 62 freakin’ years old.

Da Bears…. Da Streak is doh-ver. Yikes they looked like shit on Sunday. But my Dirty Birds are rocking, so I’m OK with this. And don’t give me that shit “Oh you just adopted a good team bullshit.” Nope. Not true. When the Bears dumped Coach Ditka after 1992, I was so pissed off that I said I was giving up on them. The WanStache wasn’t going to cut it for me so I decided to root for the shittiest team in the league from that point forward. That’s where my Dirty Birds came into play. I loved Neon Dieon and was a fan of Bobby Hebert, and even that young second-stringer, Brett Favre. So getting to actually live here and enjoy them every day is pretty awesome. But I’ll still root for Da Bears too because it’s home. I just which they’d quit sucking balls like the other night.

Da Cubs…. Thankfully that’s over. There were about 16 guys in the dugout that I didn’t have any idea who they were in the last two weeks of the season. Then again, I didn’t know who that team was in June, so it’s probably for the best. I just wish I would have been eloquent and insightful enough to write this to talk about the most recent lost season. And while the video at the bottom is appropriate, the subtitles make it even better.

espnW.com…. I’m going to give a big “What the Fuck??” to the big-heads at ESPN for this one. Seriously? Chicks who want to watch sports should have to watch what’s already there. Why the hell do they need their own channel? And the real chicks should be pissed. Sugar-mama thought it may be the stupidest thing since the first time we saw a commercial for the Snuggie, although that’s a bad example since it turned out pretty well. But you get my point. And I think we should all be focusing on something else here too. Read the end of the fourth paragraph on that story. 52 percent of the viewers for cheerleading competitions on ESPN is women. Um, hello. What the hell does that say about the 48 percent who are men… watching mostly high school and college cheerleading? That caught my eye more than the need for a separate channel.

My fantasy football team…. Gotta take a chance every now and then, so I traded for Darren McFadden. Last week. Two days before he got injured. With a hamstring. Again. For the second time. Since preseason. Shoot me. Shoot me now. But somehow I am 3-1 (with the one loss coming in overtime no less) this season and leading my division. Now if I could only lead in my own house. Sugar-mama is one of two teams in the 24-team league who is undefeated at 4-0. She also has had the fewest points scored against her of any team this year. Maybe ever. On one hand, I have to think “Will it ever end?” but then I realize that “I AM THE CHAMPION” still. On another hand, I have to say that I’m pretty lucky to have such a freakin’ cool wife.

Worst movie scenes ever…. this one comes from my buddy who helped me find the nexus of the universe (in case you’re wondering, it’s in the middle of downtown Oklahoma City, about three blocks from the haunted hotel… no shit, we stayed there once). Anyway, this is unbelievably freaking AWESOMENESS, like awesome wrapped in a Krispy Kreme. Keep them coming, seriously.

Peace. Out.