-- BILL SHAKESPEARE
Boy, isn't it?
Is there anything that could be going wrong right now that isn't? Whether it's Donnie & Mitch shutting down the government or referees cheating the New Orleans Saints out of a Super Bowl visit, or any list of other annoyances, the winter of 2019 is looking like one heck of a bad time.
We're into the second month of the government shutdown, and the two biggest stories out of Washington this week are whether Trump will get to make his State of the Union speech and how embarrassing it was the he bought fast food for the visiting national champion Clemson Tigers.
Of course there was also The Globe's "expose" of radio talk veteran Rush (Fats) Limbaugh, an article claiming to be a true expose of the most powerful right winger on radio.
It got my attention enough to read it in line at the grocery store, but of course there wasn't anything new in there. Limbaugh's biggest secrets -- the ones about his sexual preferences -- didn't even make it into the story.
His arrest in Pittsburgh back in the '80s for soliciting an undercover (male) cop and his many weekend trips to the Dominican Republic weren't even alluded to.
My guess is that while his audience will forgive him his racism, his prescription drug addiction and his three divorces, they're not about to tolerate Rush if he were openly gay.
But these days, Trump overshadows everything, and if he has his way, the winter of our discontent will be followed by spring, summer and fall until he gets his way.
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I don't really follow professional football anymore, and I'm doing my best to avoid going anywhere near downtown Atlanta this week. We're hosting Super Bowl LIII, and with New England on one side what seems like every year, and the reborn Los Angeles Rams on the other, I have a hard time caring about it at all.
Of the previous LII Super Bowls, I have attended exactly I (one).
That was in 1993 at the Rose Bowl in Pasadena, and it was when I heard the absolutely greatest completely unusable quote ever. After Dallas absolutely crushed Buffalo, 52-17, someone asked veteran Dallas lineman Jim Jeffcoat how it felt to win.
Jeffcoat, 32 and a 10-year veteran, grinned. "It feels great," he said. "It feels like f**king a 16-year-old girl."
Uh, yeah.
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Nothing much special about this post, but I wanted to get it done because it's my eighth post this month, compared to seven all last year.
cProgress.
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