Man Sandwich
Ask my friends and they’ll tell you the one thing I hate most about my face is the size of my pumpkin head. Extra large on humid days. While that is true — and the costume-clad, candy-filled kids can be so cruel this time of season — the subject is my face and not the entire melon. And no, it’s not the size of my mouth. Big, but not the big problem. Behold crows feet. Foot of crow. Black crows. As you can see, they make a fresh young face older than Favre and Chelios put together. I told her she was too close, that things would be blurry and the grey would show in my beard, but she didn’t listen and took the snapper anyway. My appearance of age doesn’t factor in authority. No one cares.
Man Sandwich = Twice as Hard.
Coming up later today I’ll have some advice for Al Strachan and the three big questions heading into the big Blue Bombers game. In case you haven’t heard, plenty of good seats available. I was going to have an NDP convention prediction, too — seeing how Manitoba will have a new premier by the end of the day — but it turns out I’m actually working it now. Huh. So no time for that. Oh yeah. I forgot to include the television distribution maps in the NFL picks this week, so here those are. Two great games at noon. Maybe I’ll take a picture of the picture in picture. Word up, orange bananas.
