Honestly, the title is much ado about nothing. I thought of it, wrote it down, and had nothing to follow it up. If anything I could talk about the way Flores’ Truth Bomb blew up what looked to be a conspiracy to unite Tom Brady with Sean Payton, the Dolphins, and the fastest WR corps in the NFL. Once Flores dropped dime on the NFL (after not getting treated right or not playing along depending on your perspective) the Brady to Miami plan went away… for a minute. Miami hired the whitest black guy in known history and Brady will ride as a Buc yet again.
All of this is meaningless. I’ve discovered that much I trouble myself with in the world is trivial. This is likely because I can have no impact on the stuff that genuinely means something and rationalizing that powerlessness is a lot harder than watching grown men play sports and feeling a specific way enough about those sports that I play a digital version at home.
Some Thoughts:
- I have 5 boys watching four different shows at this exact moment. Screens are everywhere!
- I have a giant ‘bible’ of mixed drinks I gave my partner years ago and we’ve yet to open it up. Meanwhile, we keep looking for new drink recipes…
- Water is the pathway to salvation.