It seems like the inmates are running the asylum. Four to five years ago Brett Favre got mad at Ted Thompson for not bidding for Randy Moss. Moss was the wide receiver who rubbed his ass mockingly on the goal post taunting the Green Bay Packers years ago. Thompson did not pay the steep price to get Moss and Mr. Favre was pissed. Eventually Favre retired and the incident faded away. But wait, Mr. Favre (one of the inmates) decided to un-retire and now he has talked the Minnesota Vikings into buying Moss’ (a looney inmate) contract. We have a marriage made in heaven. Favre got what he wanted. It tells you who is running the asylum. Some ego’s tend to transend the game. Favre has one of those egos. Now if the God of Irony unleashes his sense of humor, Moss will pull a hamstring on his first play from scrimmage.
A quick note on bugs. There appears to be a developing epidemic on bed bugs. My mother would say “Night night, sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite”. Because I have never seen a bed bug or been part of an infestation, I thought bed bugs were fiction. No, they are real. Some major cities and some pretty classy hotels (the Hotel Waldorf Astoria) have run into problems. From what I’ve learned, you don’t want to have to deal with killing bed bugs. They do bite.
Wait, there is more. A friend had her two children sent home from school with head lice. Again I never personally experienced head lice but I understant that having them is a “bad trip”. Teachers are trained to isolate the kid with head lice immediately. There are special shampoos requiring several hours of special treatment to clear up the lice. Then all clothes, bedding and outerwear must be washed. I understand just wearing someone else’s hat will transfer the little critters.
So now between advisory’s against some vacinations, flu shots, bed bugs and head lice, we have got a lot to worry about. It makes a $ 1 trillion dollar Federal governoment stimulus package seem like a minor problem.
The Favre/Moss circus comes to town Sunday night, Oct. 24. Get out those No. 4 jerseys!
Love,
Dad