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I used to be a Republican.
1. I like money.
2. I'm disgusted by most people (particularly those who need things).
3. I work hard. Emphasis on "I."
4. Ted Kennedy showed me his Chappaquiddick at a clam bake and demanded I vote for Dukakis. I know. I was like, "C'mon, mister. I'm only 12 ... "
These days, I am a free agent, seriously thinking about a dabble with the Democrats (I met them on Craigslist ... they seem like nice people. They say they like to cuddle and pay for other people's health care).
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It's Football Christmas, and I know many of you rabid pigskin fans are up early to open your presents, so I wanted to get this edition of Saturday Morning Punter out there for your consumption before you start digesting a veritable buffet of college football today.
Out this week is the comedy, "What Happens in Vegas." Joy (Cameron Diaz) has just been dumped by her boyfriend. Jack (Ashton Kutcher) has just been fired ... from his dad's company. So looking to blow off some steam, the two strangers head to Vegas to forget their troubles and have some Sin City fun.
Some people hope for a day when not one single child goes to bed hungry. Others wish upon the stars for world peace and freedom for the oppressed. Me? I dream of kicking back with a hot cup of Starbucks and watching a really good makeover movie.
I know. I know. Which makeover movie, right?
As luck would have it, The House Bunny was just released. It's a movie about a rejected Playboy Bunny and professional girlfriend of Hugh Hefner who gets kicked to the curb because at 27, she's far too old for the lettuce patch (even though the lettuce patch is most likely limp, gray and unable to be harvested unless large doses of pharmaceuticals and standby nurses are involved).
Almost every time I've seen Marshall Meyer in the three-plus years I've known him, he was doing one of three things:
Getting ready for a run.
Finishing a run.
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Borrowing an idea from my buddy Patrick Dorsey at the Indianapolis Star, I'm going to call this weekend edition of the FootBlog "Saturday Morning Punter," because I don't have much of an arm, I can't run the option or read a defense and I'm not sure how my audience feels about suspension of disbelief. (I also spent an entire summer of my childhood practicing barefoot punting in my backyard, but that's another embarrassing story for another day, and my foot stings just thinking about it).
It's getting marginally less miserably hot outside and there's an increasing chance with each passing day of being swarmed by sand gnats and/or swept away by a hurricane, which can only mean one thing:
It's football season!
And thank goodness, right? I mean, you can only watch so much Olympic BMX Supercross (yes, I actually watched that last night ... sorry, the Cubs played a day game).
When a coach parts ways with his or her team, rarely is it a truly amicable split. Sure, the press release always makes it seem so, but behind the scenes one side or the other is usually happy as a clam -- or mad as hell.
Neither is the case at USC Beaufort, where the Sand Sharks must say goodbye to director of golf Gavin Grenville-Wood, who must move back to his native England because his visa will expire next month.