Since throwing anything at the TV is no longer an option, the preference is to just chalk last nights' 49ers Bronocs over debacle to the football gods', who obviously wanted to punish me for gloating about the Raider victory the night before. Sure Coach Josh could have kicked the PAT so I could have downed a Bloody Mary in jubilation instead of disguist, but it was not to be. On another note, shame on Chic Fil-A  for laying down the law on nourishment minded breast feeding women, which happened just a few short days ago in Winter Park Florida. I, for one, can deal with a few exposed mammaries while dining on bird, in fact, this writer might be inclined to linger a little longer depending upon the quality of the mammaries, and perhaps make Chic'Fil'A my newly appointed 5 star restaurant of choice.

¶ 8:18 PM