Woof! Wassup.
Some of my predictions turned out OK: I had the White Sox winning that tiebreaker then getting in a hole against the Rays, and lo and behold, it happened.
It's Saturday morning, and all the series are at 2-0. The Rays and Red Sox look destined to meet, and the Dodgers and Phillies will play for the National League pennant. But Anything Can Happen In Baseball. Lest we forget.
Speaking of forget, every night around 9 I always smell something outside. I'll be watching SportsCenter with the family in front of the couch, maybe chewing on a bone, and I sense a deer outside. I've seen a doe and some baby deer, so I know they're out there. So I get up and wait by the front door and give a big "woof" so they know to let me out. Then I just bolt out there and raise hell, barking like crazy. I think that scares them off.
It's been a pretty lazy week for me. Just lounging around on the tiled bathroom floor. It's nice and cool in there.
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I'm laying around all day today after the Brewer season came to a premature end. I feel like I did last January when the Packers lost the NFC championship. There are things a young virile pug should be doing right now, but I just don't want to get up. I'm going to lay here until the Packers start winning again. Basically, I'm not moving for a while. This sucks, baseball sucks, football sucks, everything sucks.
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