The big day is approaching!

The other evening I was talking about how excited I was about the big day coming up. I can't believe how quickly it is approaching. Larry also shared in the excitement. "Yeah, Sept 7th can't come soon enough."

Wait a second.

Ummm . . . That is one day and one month earlier than I thought. Ummm . . . I thought we were getting married on Oct 8th.

Well, we are, but the football season kicks off on Sept 7th.

Larry is getting some tips for the upcoming Vikings season from some pigs during the Thai New Year, aka "a week long water and paint battle," hence the rosy cheeks.

A reading in Harper's September issue, "Gendered like Beckham," shed some light on Larry, a crazed, glass-breaking, football fan by explaining that:

Football is atavistic, and it provides a test for anthropology. For several thousand years, manly men have searched for an answer to the question: What do we do with the hunters we don't need anymore? By design, men are built to participate in hunting parties. For a good seven thousand years, though, ever since the beginning of agriculture, we have subjected hunters to a colossal program of sedation.

Hunting for prey has been replaced by playing football to hunt for touchdowns and sacks.

When one paralyzes his inner hunter, then one comes to the inevitable conclusion that there is nothing dumber in the world than the reaction of footballers (after scoring a touchdown or getting a sack.) It is really obscene. A porn star must feel embarrassed, watching these odd, (goal-scoring or quarterback sacking) orgasms, enacted before a public paying good money.

I wonder how many glasses will be broken this year at Buffalo Billiards. Hopefully, the elimination of this dweeber-bop will help.

We are ready for some football.