PATRICK MCVAY

WRITER

My Musings

This text is currently hidden by a css change. Alow's me to go directly to the category description because it is editable in the front end,
Font size: +

Super Bowl Saturday

Why is it that every Super Bowl has to be played on a Sunday?

How do you think that makes other days of the week feel? Mondays and Tuesdays must be crushed! Knowing that they have no chance, which just kills them.

Wednesdays figure, well, given their status as “hump days,” Roger Goodell might at some point get a soft spot for Wednesday, that ol’ galoot, and have Super Bowls staged right in the middle of the work week (no chance).

Thursdays figure, come on! There is a Thursday night game virtually every week. Let’s go all-in and have a Thursday Super Bowl.

Fridays say: Two days to recover = the most sensible plan off all.

Saturdays say: Best to have a full day to prep. Can’t do that while we’re at work, now can we, Mr Big Shot Friday?

My personal gripe with Super Sunday: tired Monday.

Not that I’ll be watching.

When I Retire
I'm Sure You're Wondering
 

Comments

No comments made yet. Be the first to submit a comment
Already Registered? Login Here
Guest
Wednesday, 22 May 2024

 

 

Daily Haiku

 

Cats oft’ void their guts.

They cough out fur balls. They puke.  

We tread carefully.  

 

College Tuition

We dig ourselves a deep hole

Need a second job.

 

Now that I’m sixty

People think I’m a wise man

Probably, I’m not

 

I’m in my Fifties

But tomorrow I’m Sixty

Will need a sports car

 

My PCP Says

“Keep doin’ what yer doin’”

Prob’ly I should not

 

It’s St. Patrick’s Day

We eat beef that has been corned

Whatever that means

 

Robots and A.I.

I will make use of these soon

To do my taxes

 

Strange Oscar night end

Pacino failed to mention

Best pic nominees

 

Who’s this Katie Britt?

Scary. Wierd. We could have used

A Trigger Warning

 

Subscribe To The Blog

Produce This Audio Play!

Ever wanted to produce a radio play?  Think you have the mettle?  Read on!

Tag Cloud

acerbic high school principal The Future the future Brewing Biden Eating and Drinking Canada Advertising Royal Stuff Vaccines Politics As Usual Mass General Hospital Teeth Religion Belgian Ales Bands I haven't seen Syracuse Christmas The Old Days winter Skating Bunker Food Masks Coyotes Zoom Work Rabbit Hole The future Things I've done nukes My Parents Boston Cars Short Fiction Cornhole star Bikes First World Problems 1980s Big Shoes Mike Doughty Audio US Senate afterlife War and Peace NFL Stories I should write Joan Jett Europe Soviet Union Bill Monroe Hurricanes Reese's Peanut Butter Cups plan mid-winter vacations Sports Snow Guns seasons Spoon the band Theater Soup Ice Dancing Bands I've Seen Texting tambourrine Hache Verde Peacekeeping TV Ticketmaster Allergies Fiction Dad advice Knots Soul Coughing Climate Change Audubon Bar Rock Bands Mom and Dad technology Imaginings Accounting Stairs curling shoes Bob Dylan cornhole midwinter vacations Barber Shops Reveillon Spice Girls Chowder Vaughn Existential Crisis Folk Music Bodysurfing town square Them Kids COVID-19 Me Hawaii Elvis Presley weather Tom Waits Ukraine Email NPR Diseases baseball Brain Surgery gathering throngs Radiohead Scotch and Sirloin BB King My Estate China Candy Marketing Gimmicks Golf My grandparents coronavirus Wind Sugarbush Hot Air Balloon Halloween Football My sisters Mustard Hand Planes Pats Music Bicycles Canadiana Godfather Grass Skiing Roommates I've Had People I know COVID Ketchup Yeast Communication Channels Good Reads Car Dealerships Red Sox Soccer Emergencies Trump Quebect Butterfingers Art Eclipse Earth Liz Phair Bands I've seen punk music Guns and Ammo College Weather Drumming vacation Higher Education Cats Plastic Skiing Real Estate New England Smoke Meat Beer The Past Head injuries Putin When I die Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde Motorists high winds Martinis the sea soapbox rantings