Well, hello there.
Busy season has gotten super-crazy-hit-me-over-the-head busy, so it's been kind of hard to do anything of the blogging nature. I did want to stop in and tell you all I'm alive and haven't cracked under the pressure of busy season yet (though I'm sure it's coming).
The Modern Fella has been handling busy season quite well. We have to squeeze whatever time we can get together in since his teaching hours don't completely jibe with my working life. Even with the moodiness that seems to spring forth at least once a week and the fact that I'm late to everything, he hasn't appeared to want to kill me yet, and I think he might actually still like me too, so bonus. This past weekend was my only completely free weekend out of 13 weekends, so we got to spend a lot of time together, and it was wonderful.
Speaking of The MF, here's an anecdote and bet that needs to go on the record for posterity's sake. (And it's not really about football, I promise).
The MF and I share a love for the same NFL team, that team unfortunately being the Tennessee Titans, now better known as the Tennessee Titanics after they lost 59-0 to the New England Patriots this weekend and dropped to 0-6 overall. If you saw a single highlight of that game, you'll know it was snowing. Not just snowing, but SNOWING!!! I can't seem to find how much snow actually fell, but it looked like it was in the feet department rather than foot or inches. **
Anywho, down 38-0 a minute or two before halftime the Titans had to punt. Again. Which is bad, of course, because in football punting means you failed to score points. For the Titans it's doubly bad because their main punter is super-injured so they signed some unknown guy out of nowhere to get them through until main punter gets healthy again. It is a serious crap shoot whenever newby punter punts (which is all the time, of course). Add in a dose of heavy snow, and well, I should have just closed my eyes.
Ok, so down 38-0, just before halftime, newby punter punting and he punts it 21 yards -- which is at minimum about half as far as you want him to punt it -- and the following conversation takes place:
MF: 'Ahhh, I totally could have punted that farther.'
MG: 'Oh really? In the snow?'
MF: 'Yes. I could have punted that farther in the snow while naked.'
MG: 'Oh really?'
MG: 'You know we're going to test this theory out the first time it snows in Knoxville this winter.'
MF: 'Fine. And if I punt it farther than him, I get to be known as The Modern Love Machine on your blog.'
MG: 'Fine. But only if you punt it father than him in the snow while naked.'
The MF has wanted his name changed to The Modern Love Machine for a while now. I told him I'd have to lose a bet for that to happen. So now you know the terms of the bet. And we're just waiting for it to snow in Knoxville. And you can betcha we will find out if he can punt a football farther than 21 yards in the snow while naked.
I may even YouTube it.
**Modern Jennifer reports it was just a couple of inches. (see comment below) I guess the TV camera adds a few inches to snow just like it adds pounds to a person.