What Are We Going To Do Until Next Season?

The big day has come and gone. The big game is over. The Saints have come marching in. The Colts have gone back to their pastures. Our gang did our part. Tomi and Paul purchased a new wide-screen TV just in time for the party. We had sauerkraut and brats and hot dogs and lots of junk food to last us until half-time. We all took a poll of our gang and decided we were going to root for the Saints (except we are still not sure whether there might have been one or two closet Colts fans in the room), especially since they were in the same league as the Vikings and Packers. I showed up with my brand new, never-worn Packers T-shirt and cap, the shirt purchased just for when the Packers made it to the Super Bowl, but since I may not live long enough to see it, I decided this had to be the year. However, if Brett Favre comes back next year I may just buy a Vikings T-shirt just in case.

Above is me giving my welcoming speech before the big game.

Below is our gang breathlessly awaiting the kickoff.

A Correction—Not a Retraction

A few posts ago I alluded to a breakthrough on my meditation retreat over the holidays.  I have to acknowledge that after several arguments with my gang at my 73rd birthday party, I had to go back and review my calculations.  I had mentioned that I was actually going to be 72 years “old” on January 25th.  I had to admit my friends were correct.  I actually was 73 years “old” on that date.  I had miscalculated.  Nevertheless, the breakthrough insight still is valid.  I am not “old.”  It is just that I am beginning my 74th year on the planet instead of my 73rd.  Anyway, here are some photos from the big celebration of my 73 years of life.  Happy Continuation Day to me!