Nothing worse for a team than to win over and over again. Loosing makes the game. It makes whatever you are winning real. It makes winning real. It gives winning all the qualities that one must rise to. It gives it dimension. Without experiencing a loss one can never feel the reason for winning. One just wins again and over again. When this happens it is because the winner is over matched to his opponent. He wins whether he plays the game well or not. He wins because his overwhelming prowess doesn't need the game to win. He defies odds while staying within the rules. Barely. He plows straight ahead and overpowers his opposition. Without an occasional loss a team looses its passion and spark, and the unwordable qualities that make a real winner extraordinary and worthy of respect.
Remind you of anyone?
Your favorite team? The team you hate maybe?
Your wife when she's always right?
Your country?
I mean America?
Your Flag-Waving President. The Texas ball buster?
Fuck!!!
Regroup here.
I'm a Florida Gator, part of the Gator Nation by graduation. The Gator football team has a history since 1980 unlike any other school. Drama tragedy heroics and dismal failures have painted this team in a way story book tales are told.
They are the only ones that do not belong on the list.
Go Gators!
Go Obama!
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Saturday, November 29, 2008
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Your mind? Uh uh, negatory, dead in the water.

Count the frogs in the Bromeliad .
So, do you ever discuss with yourself just who is in control? Most folks say,"whaaaaat?". What you talkin about? Fuckin' liberals always thinkin' and not gettin'er done. That is kind of what I expect. Why not? We are spoon fed our reality from the moment we blink awake, until the moment we blink asleep. About the only time I am not part of the light speed matrix is while I am standing over the magic porcelain hole, in the little room reserved for that.
Gonna take a shower and meditate a bit if I can remember how. Now I remember.
YOU DON'T.
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Friday, September 12, 2008
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