Bits and Pieces

1. Save an hour and a half of crying at around 1:30 in the morning, Lumpyhead's re-ferberizing went okay last night. I can say that because Bump dealt with it all. I was in bed, asleep, the whole damn time. I once half-heartedly offered to go in and pet Lumpyhead while he wailed, and was relieved when Bump said he had it covered.

I hope things go better tonight. You know, for Bump's sake, because I plan on being a useless POS again.

2. It seems like all the cool kids are describing their fantasy football lineups, but since I don't have a team, I'll tell you that seeing Daunte in a Dolphins jersey last night just seemed wrong. It was like running into that guy from the bar -- that guy who's always trashed and slurring his words and a little too huggy -- at work, when he's sober and wearing a suit and giving a presentation about something dull. You recognize him instantly (the leg kick before taking the snap; the scrambling ability, even though it's a little slower after knee surgery; his general bearing behind the line) but he looks out of place. Out of his element. (In aqua and orange? In number 8? What?) And you just feel, well, kinda sorry for him.

As sorry as you can feel for a guy who makes a lot of money and took a wild boat ride with some hookers.

3. I'm scheduled for a sonogram next Friday. Unless something scary pops up, we're going to find out the sex. Finalize your wagers by then.

Lumpyhead mocks both those interceptions, Daunte.
The photo is from January, but Lumpyhead knew even then. . .