Well, he certainly shouldn't have been taught bad sportsmanship and that kind of disrespect to his fellow players from the age of 7. I guess nobody, no parent, no coach, no friend taught him any self-discipline.
And how'd that body slam thing work out for Jim McMahon?
Football and the NFL are...
Did you watch the video? He gives new meaning to unnecessary roughness. That's the kind of behavior that will lead to schools eliminating their football programs.
Annnnndddd the mooring whip is hung up on the tower. Cr@p. 🙁
Oh well, nothing I can do about it now. Maybe it will free itself. Maybe if the water recedes I can get on the boat and fix that. Maybe I'll win the lottery.
Three hours to high tide by me. Not looking great, but I found this amusing:
I'm watching the tide on a security cam and wondering what are those white things at the front of the boat? I'm thinking maybe garbage bags or shrink wrap hung up on something.
Turns out it's swans.
A whole...
Well, Amen!
Apparently next year we're gonna be swimming in Basil.
I'm glad somebody knows more about this stuff than I do. Now I just have to figure out a rotation so we're sprouting a new one every four or six months.
Mrs. Avenger needs a hobby.
You heard me right?
Honey?
You...
Not technically a vegetable. Mrs. Avenger always thinks the house if going to end up in OZ whenever there's a weather event. So to ease her concerns about flying objects I corralled the patio furniture and look what I found. Last year's basil reseeded itself.
I saved some seeds before I...
It's certainly worth doing. But be warned, tickets for the house tours a scarce. Do your homework before you just wander up there.
But here's a preview for you.
Lots of dead animals among bunches of other things.
This morning at high tide it was a bit more than a foot below the dock. We've got two days to go. :eek:
I'm going to crank up on the mooring whips and hang my hat on the premise that NE wind doesn't push the boat into the dock.
Good luck fellow nyanglers. Be careful, be safe, stay dry.
My kind, gentile grandmother used to go on a murderous rampage when she saw them in the house.
"They'll eat anything. Nothing is sacred to them!" She'd say.
And here's proof that grandma was right.
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