Monday Moaning

Monday has made it's way back here again...And Turkey day is staring me in the face...Yep, my day off from the Fish House will be spent cooking...This is the 6th year in a row I'm getting stuck with it...But my daughter pointed out that traditions are important...Lucky me...

But before I touch on that topic...I have to start with the best NFL game of the weekend...The Cleveland Browns vs the Detroit Lions...WHAT!?! I know, f**king crazy...Who would have thought these two teams would combine for 75 points? Browns fans were on the edge of their seats, with the brown and orange leading 37-31...But the Lions were driving...Then on the last play Stafford launches one to the end zone...Interception Browns...WAIT! interference on the Browns...The Lions get one more play...But Stafford got drilled...He's hurt and on the sideline...WAIT! Coach Mangina calls a timeout...Look who's coming back in...Stafford...Just in time to throw his 5th touchdown pass of the day...GAME OVER! BROWNS SH!T THE BED AGAIN!

In other football low lights...Notre Dame lost again...This time to UConn...They lost a football game, to a basketball school...I shouldn't bitch...I predicted this one at the beginning of the year...But Fatty Weis please! You really don't want this job anymore, do ya? I've had enough with this pig...I go coach high school quarterbacks or something Chunky...BTW, you can read a bit about that crap ass game at http://irishbuzz.blogspot.com/

Speaking of Big, Fat, Pigs...Kansas football coach, Mark Mangino has been under attack, and surprisingly not because of his weight...What a f**king mess this guy is...So apparently, he's the first football coach to yell at players, say mean things to them, crab them by their shoulder pads, and poke them in the chest, with his chubby sausage fingers...REALLY? At least he isn't poking them in the ass!

Maybe he crossed a line or two...I don't know, I wasn't there...But this just sounds like more pussification of the youth in America these days...When I was in 5th grade our coaches called us p*ssies, and a$$holes...Hell, I remember hearing a story about my high school's band director...Something about him telling some one to stop being such a c*nt!

Huh...He was a fat f**ker too...Maybe it's just something about fatties...Maybe they have some pent up fat aggression they need to take out on people every once in awhile...

Look, right here...He's saying, ' You throw another interception, the only salad you'll see me toss is yours!'

Seriously, Jayhawks...Toughen up a bit...And Fatty, get yourself on a treadmill!

Now, let's talk about Saturday night...After Notre Dame sh!t the bed...The Mrs. and I had to go to a surprise birthday party for a friend...I didn't feel like going, but our friends Bryan and May were going to be there, and they're always fun to hangout with...So we get there...OPEN BAR! Okay, this won't be too bad...Yeah, I only knew two people there, but screw it...But wait...There was a DJ...Apparently there wasn't any high school mixers this weekend, because this dolt just played stupid teeny-bopper crap...Look around dummy, the age range was 28-60...(Except for this 21 year douche)...I don't want to hear Miley Cyrus...Unless she's saying, 'Beeze I want you balls deep in my a$$!' There would be a Party in her A! (I hate that Party in the USA song.)

So, we ate, we drank...Drank some more...Laughed at the 21 year old douche trying to spit game at May...Then she asked me how her a$$ looked in her jeans and bent over in front of me...Johnny 21 year old douche fell over and creamed his jeans...By the way, it looked GOOD! I could say more, but I won't...I like being married to my wife, and I know Bryan is going to read this...

Shortly after we had our fill, we headed out, and stopped by a local Irish Pub...Had a drink, and listened to a band play some good old Irish tunes...Including one of my favorites...

Then on the way home, the Mrs. was telling me what a pain in the a$$ the little Beeze was that day, while i was at work...She said, "You know how I get mad when you yell at him before bed time...Remind of today next time." You see, there have been many nights when Mrs. Beeze gets home late from work...And just a hour or two later it's bed time...He's always tough at bed time, but now she realizes, I've been dealing with his crap for hours...Apparently he got her to her own breaking point...After that, I gently caressed her hair, and shoved her head in my lap...

Speaking of the little guy...Today he had his hands in his pants...Of Course...I asked him why he always has his hands in his pants...He response..."I like to have them in my pants." How the hell can I argue with that logic?

Now, with Thanksgiving approaching, I'd like to ask everyone to do a few things for me...Have a safe, and fun Thanksgiving...And be thankful...I know times are tough, and things can get pretty bad...But it could always be worse...I mean if you're reading this drivel, you haven't had your electricity turned off...

Also, after feeding a bunch of family on Thursday, I'll be back at the Fish House for the Black Friday Lunch Rush...Please, if for some reason you're going out to eat with all those leftovers in your fridge...Don't order a Turkey Club...It happens every year...And all I want to do, is go out to the table and cram 5 lbs of turkey down the dummy's throat...Then take a dump on the table...What? Too much?

And lastly...It's Thanksgiving...So drop and gobble...

Later, The Beeze.