It's football season. Praise the Lord, it's football season! It's a season of huge expectations for my teams. The Fighting Irish are expected to contend for the National Championship and anything short of playing in the BCS Championship game in January will be a disappointment. The Colts are again expected to make a run at the Super Bowl. I have more hope for the Irish than the Colts - especially since the Colts lost running back Edgerrin James and his replacements looked a little sad in the opener.
This season is even more fun for me because I've got a gig writing about both the Colts and Irish. I've published about four articles so far (two for each team) and you can find them at www.realfootball365.com. I'm even being compensated for my efforts.
I also realized yesterday that the ND-USC game - which could determine who goes to the National Championship game - is on the same night as my girlfriend's brother's wedding. Ugh. This annoys me to no end. Most of my friends (being ND grads) are kind enough to schedule weddings on bye weekends so I have rarely run into this problem. However, this wedding happens during the ND game and on Thanksgiving weekend. It's a Catholic wedding, too. They should know better. I like my girlfriend's brother, but I cannot give this wedding my blessing.
I'm going to be moving soon. I'm not sure when, but I'll be moving. We were supposed to move this Saturday, but we just learned that we won't be able to close when they told us we could. In fact, we found out the day before our closing that we wouldn't be closing. Now we have to undo all of our move orders and redo them again when we have our date. There's a good chance we won't have our DirecTV until Christmas.
Also, FUCK YOU, AT&T. Fuck you for taking away my Internet when I told you not to. Fuck you because your telephone and DSL departments don't talk to each other. Fuck you because I called you the day before the move order was to be executed and you said that both disconnects would be stopped and that I would still have both telephone and DSL service in my old place for another week. Fuck you for shutting off my DSL anyway. Fuck you and the rest of the companies I've ever dealt with for shitty customer service. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.
Every morning when my train stops at the Clark/Lake station, they announce that we will be standing momentarily for security inspection. The first time I heard this, I thought, "Oh shit. We're going to be here for a while." However, I was wrong. The "security inspection" took about one minute. The "security inspection" is simply a cop in an orange vest walking by the open doors of each of the train cars with a dog. The cop barely looks into the car and the dog looks completely disinterested. It is obviously only a charade to give people the feeling of security, but not actually provide it. Note to Mayor Daley: We're not as dumb as you think we are. We're not fooled by this. Nobody feels safer after those little "inspections." Save us some money - cut it out.