"Vickless"

The proprietor of G.P. took a much-needed hiatus. And it's been a while since the Fab 4 was mentioned, my all-time favorite music. Eleanor Rigby and all the lonely people and all that. Spot on! Another new millineum term that rankles my nerve endings. You will never hear me utter this phrase. Never! N-E-V-E-R. I would feel a bit effiminate, if you will. Sure we males have a feminine side, but I ain't gonna broadcast mine by saying spot-on. What in the food chain does that mean anyway? And who the f*** came up with the saying. And who started banding it around. The f***** "should be shot in the tail with hot peas."

A saying from my great Aunt Madeline. God rest her soul, she of the gingivitis-ravaged mouth. Whose favorite meal was chicken and dumplings and cornbread drenched in buttermilk. She of the big titties-of which she was proud-and who dusted them with powder bought at Rich's Department Store. Aunt Mad's madcap adventures have been chronicled in forays here on G.P. in the last few years. She was definitely one of a kind, and, Shirley, my eccentricities hail from her genes. See Darwin for more information.

Spot on, er, right on. Switching gears allah a bug from the 60's.

The Falcons lost again. And the 15 year old place kicker missed two field goals, one from close range; the other a more difficult 45 footer. Hooked 'em to the right. The kicker, he of the multi-tattooed arms, may be looking for a new job this week, allah yours truly.

The Dawgs won; LSU slaughtered a light weight; Tennessee lost by a bunch-the most in Phillip Fulmers tenure; and Tony Romo propelled da Cowboys to victory. And Ga. Tech looked awful vs. Boston College. Chan Gailey may be heading back to Big D before this year is up. They say I'm laid back, but whilst perusing the dictionary for the term, there was a prominent picture of the boy in all his glory.

Fun weekend, nevertheless. And how 'bout them cheating Pats winning big over San Diego. And whatever happened to Marty Shottenheimer?

All fair's in love and war. v.c.

P.S. Spot on? Sorry, my effiminate side just doesn't get it.