Monday, January 15, 2007

Moving on...

Because I'm sure it's the one thing most of you have thought about for the past couple days, yes, I'm OK.

The Ravens loss was indeed difficult to stomach, but as I said to everyone who asked me about it afterward, Saturday was, on balance, rather enjoyable; "more good hours than bad ones," were my exact words, I think. Which is true. I woke up with a clear and strong sense of purpose, spent hours with my brother and friends eating and reveling with fellow purple-clad fans in the parking lot, watched a tense game, and talked some trash to three rows worth of Colts fans who sat behind me (one of whom threatened to not come to my house if it was burning, because he's a morally-deficient fire fighter who, apparently, makes decisions on who to help based on sports allegiences). Most importantly, I left it all on the field, as they say, and walked out of the stadium with my vocal chords in tatters.

But enough about that. Actually, enough with the blog for the day. There aren't any simmering stories that need comment, whereas the warmth, intermmittent sunlight and my dog are desperately in need of some Hayduke time. So, I'm turning off the computer for the day...

See you tomorrow!

3 comments:

Don said...

Hayduke,

The Ravens are in pretty good shape for next season. Bummer that they lost. I think Rick Neuheisel has really helped to reinvigorate the offense. His positive attitude is infectious. He always puts us in a good mood when he stops by. Billick is smart to promote him.

Enjoy outside while you can. It is going to turn darn right cold in a day or two.

Don M

Steve Fine said...

It's my fault the Ravens lost. I transferred my pro football allegence to the Ravens for the playoffs and see what happened? Please don't tell Ray lewis.

Hayduke said...

Steve: I knew it! I did everything right (even down to the playoff beard) and they still lost. I figured someone else was messing up the mojo.

It's OK, though. I think the Redskins' playoff loss last year was my fault, as I forced my wife to go skiing with me that weekend, which meant she had to watch the game on a "foreign" TV.

Oh, well. Looks like we're all singing the "Wait 'til Next Year" song now...