Gametime

For football watchers, particularly those interested in the NFL, this will be the Sunday of the gridiron season, with back to back conference titles on the line. The WSJ has an interesting take on the games:
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748703699204575016992394256202.html#mod=todays_us_weekend_journal.

I'm looking forward to them and put Mrs. Bulba on notice days ago not to expect anything resembling cooperative behavior during the entirety of the process. However, that won't be the case during the upcoming Super Bowl, as I discovered the other day when information arrived regarding a charity deal we're signed up for that involves daughter #2 getting all dressed up and being presented--you know, that kind of deal. Casually looking at it, I suddenly saw that THE DATE AND THE TIME WERE EXACTLY THE SAME AS THE GODDAMN SUPER BOWL. You can guess the number of bad words that were quickly and loudly expressed at this revelation. "Who in the wide world of shit would schedule this during, oh, one of the biggest events in the world where the ENTIRE GODDAMN NATION AND MUCH OF THE WORLD IS TUNED IN TO WATCH IT?" So, I made inquiries. Seems that the scheduler, obviously not someone who will live much longer if about 500 fellow male victims have anything to do with it, thought the date would be a "welcome respite from the post holiday season blues" and that having it on a Sunday evening would be a "fun" and "different." What will be certainly fun and different is choosing which vehicle and what kind of rope will be used to drag her sorry carcass through a remote South Texas cactus patch. Damn, I'm pissed about it. Apparently, though, I'm not the only one whining about it as the missus says that the charity committee has received so many calls (and death threats) that they have arranged for fifteen big screen televisions to be set up throughout the ballroom. Won't be enough, though. They should also allow the men to wear whatever raggedy ass shit they were going to have on while sitting comfortably in front of their or a friends TV, while also providing old couches and Igloo ice chests full of beer. Then, maybe we would talk about not making the rope knots too tight.