The singular, A-number-1, positively, absolutely most important time in a young man's life is upon us. For that reason, I can't blog for awhile.
Not the kids first day of school tomorrow (not including (Sponsor's Name Here)'s Official Son Mitten who started two weeks ago). Not the 20 hour commercial for Jerry's kids. Not my work. Not even My-Sugar-Na (well, except maybe later tonight!) will come between me and drafting 18 professional football players on Wednesday. 18 men whom I will treat better than my own children, until one gets hurt or a better one comes along. And if they behave really well and produce above my expectations, those 18 men will consume the Christmas Season.
Accompanying me to the draft Wednesday will be charts, graphs and printouts from on-line sources (inlcuding the one in which I bought a $27 subscription). Some hope Devine Intervention gets them a good draft. I prefer mind-numming preparation. My-Sugar-Na doesn't really mind. It means she gets the remote control for a few days.
With any luck, My-Sugar-Na will reintroduce me to all four children on Monday, December 29th. God Bless the people who invented Fantasy Football.