It was a dark and stormy night....whenever our basketball teams compete feels like a Snoopy and Woodstock novel. I don't know anymore. I thought the ladies would be lights out, but I think let's just turn out the lights and go over to the baseball stadium and try for hardware with the boys (and girls) of summer. My kid loves the ladies softball team, so they're now my favorites, too.

While standing near the Eiffel tower, I asked some of the locals about the AIR RAID. They ran away and hid, which stands to reason if you think about it. The local po lice told me to quit asking, so I wondered down to the 4Th district, Le Marais, and took in the sites. While touring Victor Hugo's estate, the guide said something about a running back from Notre Dame and from the description given, ND could've used him against Bama. Probably would've still lost.

Last I heard Salty is building a fence at the new house. He says to keep the assorted riff raff out but I have it on good authority it's to keep his bro n law away from him. I wish him the best in this important endeavor.

Writing on the blog is a lot cheaper than therapy. The shrink makes the Mercedes payment on my kind of crazy,. I guess I'll keep on sharing my tin foil conversations.

Until next time

#HAILSTATE