Ha, Ha. It's Back! The A2K NFL "Pick-Um" Game!

Time's runnin out...gotta take me chances

Thanks, Panzade. That leaves only JPinMilw and Maporsche without a pick in the tomorrow night's game: San Diego @ Tennessee.

Grr. Weather forecast is for freezing rain starting tonight around midnight and continuing into Christmas Day afternoon. I have no need to drive anywhere. I am more concerned about power staying on. A lot of tree limbs came down over the last weekend.

It's back in the mid-seventies here.

Stay warm, and have a joyous Noel johnboy

do ya got you one of them kerosene generator thingies?

(jest in case)

Johnny told me he had a cord of Duralogs and 3 balsa wood model airplanes for kindling

My paternal grandfolks lived in northern Wisconsin on a farm. I recall him telling stories, which I certainly believed, about getting into the house through a 2nd story window because the snow was so deep. And he resorted to tearing out every other step on the staircase from the 1st to 2nd floor to feed the wood stove.

I was once in a transit camp and there was nothing combustible and easily loosened in a radius of about three miles.

I remember winters in near-Chicago with snow very high in our big side yard - 18" being on the low side, and it sometimes getting much higher what with drifts and so on, 24 easy, 30 sure, more once in a while. I've considered trying to look up old snow records around 1950 but failed in due diligence. So.. I'll keep my memories as true enough.

What about the one about grandad being force fed a jar of mustard and the company sitting around his tongue.

What is/was a "transit camp?"

It's where you go to be kitted out for overseas duty in two days. Personal responsibility is uncommon in such places.

The nearest thing to boundless freedom I've ever seen.

As entertainment coordinator for the Steelers in the 1960s William Day faced a problem"the team always lost, but he still needed to get people in the seats.

He thought cheerleaders might liven up the dismal games. Entertainment coordinator must not have been a high-paying job, because Day also worked as a vice president at Robert Morris, a junior college outside of Pittsburgh.

He posted tryouts for the Steelerettes at the college. To make the squad, the women had to dance, tumble, smile, cheer, and take a football exam. The ladies, wearing knee-length skirts and hardhats, took the field for the 1961 season as the Steelerettes. The skirts never got shorter, but they threw out the hardhats.


The girls tumbled and cheered until the 1970 season, when they disbanded. Even though the Steelers is one of few professional teams without cheerleaders now, the Steelerettes were the first cheerleaders for an NFL team.

Perhaps the owners felt the Steelers do better without the distraction of cheerleaders, considering the team has won six Super Bowls without them.

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Oh, my.

now i know why the fish are struggling on the field sometimes...

yowza.


(and somebody give that little skinny girl from the saints a hambone or somethin'...)

Looks like the final cheerleader (Vikings?) has had a somewhat unfortunate accident.

I didn't mean to suggest that a bit of sleet in VA was somehow important. The weather in the mid-west and perhaps to the east is horrific. Yall take care.

By the way, in the San Diego @ Tennessee game Christmas night we are so far 16-9 in favor of San Diego.

My dog is cowering in the corner. But that is another story. Tomorrow.

I hope all of yall are looking forward to and will enjoy a fine weekend.

.....and a Merry Christmas to A2Kers. So say we all of us!

I'm cowering in the corner. It's a madhouse here. There's a load of junk made in China and wrapping paper chopped off a two-ton roll strewn all over the place and an argument is going on about whether to use plain flour, self raising flour, rice flour, spelt flour, rye flour or buckwheat flour for the gravy because one of the little monsters, who has just changed her costume and emerged from behind the curtains full of eastern promise, veil and all, which is a bit much at just turned five, has eczema due to a epidermal sensitivity to wheat and not, it is being insisted an allergy, and at the moment the spelt looks favourite and on enquiring of the cook it seems I have never had gravy made of spelt flour before, possibly because I never had eczema, so I have no idea whether I'm going to enjoy this feast what with gravy being such an important component of the best meals.

The turkey, which I detest, is being "rested" for half an hour after its spell in the oven at 180 degrees, which is understandable to anyone who knows anything about cheap turkey production, processing, packaging, storage, distribution and marketing, and the time is being passed with taking turns in the most socially responsible/most amusing/most original/ most ridiculous New Year resolutions game.

I'm having steak. I feel I ought to eat some meat now and again to express my faith in the Biblical permission to have dominion over the animals, which some liberals deny and without which permission nothing would ever get done, despite its (the meat's ) known capacity to clog up the arteries. But I draw the line in my sacrifice to my faith at turkey and double draw it if cranberry sauce is factored in.



The Supermarket turkey is something else.

I'll stick to British Beef pastured on the lush grass of our meadows.

I am keeping myself cheerful by the thought that when the next few hours have run their course I can sit back and watch the Titans beat the Chargers.