This is being written on textedit
I haven’t logged into the internet and I don’t expect I will be doing that this evening on the computer. I am typing as I watch Spanglish with the woman I love, a curious thing, perhaps, given the situation of the movie. I can watch things like this with her, because we’re solid. We are aware of who we are and of the things we want and need from each other. It’s an important distinction to be made when watching a movie that is in essence about fidelity and defining the shape and style and boundaries of love. Being in love and trusting love have never been an issue for us. Our issues exist, as they do with all loving couples. However, they are not that.
In truth I think one of our issues are my obsessions. One such obsession is football. She tolerates it. She loves that I have the love for it, but she recognizes that I can go overboard, as I have with the relentless observation of the transfer portal as it relates to Colorado Football and the deep dive I’ve taken into the first round of the NFL draft over the past few weeks, hoping the Giants didn’t make the mistake of Drake Maye. They didn’t BTW. They tried—by all accounts they really really tried. The Patriots wound up keeping their pick and selecting that guy with the expectation he’s going to be wonderful.
Tall supposedly mobile white qbs are like catnip to GMs. The fact is that the majority of these dudes selected in the first round are unsuccessful or at best, middling. Maybe he’s going to be different, but I really don’t think he will be. The lack of strong WRs and a top shelf line last year exposed him. He isn’t going to any better of a situation and a much rougher division than he was in during college…
Well, that’s ten. That’s me rambling . Good night, my readers.