so much for that idea...

Ugh, what a crappy football game. Close, but not exactly well played.

And then the spice of the ribs combined with the...um....cheapness of the Red Dog to do a number on my intestines, too.

I enjoy a good Sunday crossword. I do the Boston Globe one, as I get the Sunday paper only delivered to the house. It's amusing that most of the sports scores from the night before are too late for the obviously early edition that gets sent out to Connecticut. So I get relatively good info from the notes sections, but nothing too up-to-date on last night's games.

Anyways, with the Globe one I always get fewer than 10 letters wrong, but almost NEVER a perfect score. This week's was amusing, and also seemed to follow to this odd theory. The harder it *seems* at the start, the better I do. (For instance, one letter wrong this week....the Q in "Chatauqua" in New York, which combined with Qui, the Italian word for here. I put a G, not knowing either word.) I didn't seem to be working at too briskly a pace, and yet...only the one wrong. Other weeks I fly along, and end up with 6-8 spots (usually in the same area of the puzzle) empty (or actually, mis-guessed at).

Spring training starts next week! Yee-hah! And March Madness is just around the corner.