Usually I spend Sunday afternoons in my chair, in a worthless heap of spent energy. Today I went to the gym and did 35 minutes on the exercise bike. Endorphines were more to be desired than rest. Yeah, it was one of those.
The Arizona Cardinals are playing in the first preseason game of the NFL schedule, the Hall of Fame game in Ohio. Before we've even reached the middle of the second quarter our starting QB is out with an injury. Looks like another great season here in the desert!
I'm watching this meaningless football game (OK, except for the injury part) because NBC decided it made perfect sense to stop their Olympics coverage and show us an hour of Cindy Crawford's beauty secrets. Why??? Why??? (insert Nancy Kerrigan wail)
Usain Bolt is amazing.
Note: I know that because, although NBC won't show him winning the 100m dash until almost 10 p.m. West Coast time, their website had coverage of the race three hours ago.
I feel bad for Michael Phelps. He's 27 and says he's now accomplished everything he ever wanted to do in life. Less than three decades old and his goals are all met.
What happens to his life now? Crash and burn? If he doesn't find something bigger than himself he will.
At 6 pm it's 110. We'll have a low about 6 a.m. tomorrow morning of 86. Dog days of summer.
This morning when I went out to the Kia to head into church I watched two javalina walking down the sidewalk across the street. No hurry, not paying any notice to the annoying Scotty barking like mad on this side of the street, just strolling. Another man out there on his morning walk said he's seen them every morning for the last week. OK, then. Welcome to the new neighbors!
A trip to the gym notwithstanding, this is a normal Sunday in one respect. My brain is fried. So you can scour the above for hidden wit and wisdom if you want, but this brings to a conclusion this broadcast day.
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