happy november, fellow bloggies! can you believe we'll be talking turkey in a couple of weeks??? me either. so what's going on kids? share with me.
so, let's talk football shall we? last night in what began as an exciting and promising game for my houston texans, quickly morphed into a freakish nightmare. up 21-3 at half-time, fans all over my fair city were high-fiving, yelling in excitement and just relishing in a great, great first half. it's been a while since we've been able to do that this season. but all of that joy and jubilation quickly turned into worry, despair, and ultimately, defeat. as some of you may have heard on the news or read in the paper or whatever other social media outlet you use, texans head coach, gary kubiak collapsed as he was walking off the field yesterday, at half-time. melee quickly ensued as players, coaches, medical personnel all scrambled around trying to get him help. when the dust cleared, coach kubiak was carried off the field on a stretcher, and rushed to a local hospital. as of today, there are reports that he suffered a mini-stroke but nothing has been confirmed yet and he remains in the hospital for observation. so we'll just keep praying hope for the best. meantime, imagine being a player and watching your leader crumble like that, right before your eyes. i'm sure, no i'm certain, that that kind of sucked the life out of a few if not all of the players. so much so, that when the texans returned to the field after half-time, well, let's just say it was like we were in the twilight zone. the players looked the same, but acted oh so different. and things just went straight to hell after that. final score: texans 24 -colts 27. and i'm not even going to mention how a certain kicker whose only job, ONLY job is to kick the ball and make a field goal, totally blew it, again. no, i'm not going to mention him at all.
whoever cursed all of houston's professional sports teams, we give up. you win. we're waving the white flag. now take the damned curse off, would ya please??? seriously. fans (myself included) are growing weary and frustrated and pissed. of course that doesn't mean i'm not rooting for them anymore. are you kidding me? this ain't no fair weathered fan. besides, i was an oilers fan since i was 9 years old, and a texans fan since 2002. i am huge astros fan for crying out loud! if that's not a true fan, i don't know what is.
meh. you win some, you lose some. right? right.
after i got home from the game, i was still at a loss for words (i know, i can't believe it either) and just too riled up to go to sleep. so i started surfing the internet for nothing in particular, when i came across this little number:
this was taken from a old seventies sitcom called "good times". in this picture, the woman plays character, florida evans, who is reacting to some bad news she has just received. in despair, she throws a plate on the floor, shattering it into a million pieces and cries out, "Damn! Damn! Damn!" i bet a lot of houstonians uttered the same words last night, as well.
so, time change. hate it. saturday night, part of the united states gained an hour of sleep for the next few months or so. that's right, it's that time of year when the days are shorter and the nights are longer. it gets dark outside earlier each day. i.hate.it. i love my sunshine! plus? this time change messes with my internal clock. i've been confused about the time since sunday morning. what time is it really?
alright kids, i need my beauty sleep. NOT.A.WORD.
new month, new possibilities, make it happen friends, make it happen.