I didn’t post the weigh-in results last Friday because they were somewhat disappointing – 188. That was a 3 pound increase over the previous week for those keeping score at home.
Obviously I’m not going to get down to 175 by Sunday, but I’m still a game time decision at QB for the Chiefs.
Periodically, I like to dispense advice. I realize it’s usually not taken seriously which is fine. But if you ever find yourself looking for a job and trying to schedule interviews, try to avoid this situation I found myself in last week.
“Let’s get together tomorrow and meet. How does 9 o’clock sound?” I was asked.
“That’s a little early don’t you think?” I replied.
“Okay, how about ten?”
“That’s better. See you then.”
Sweet.
King spent Saturday night in the drunk tank. Apparently, the California police didn’t enjoy the Armadillo as much as the ladies in big MO. I asked if he watched the Arkansas/Alabama game to which he replied, “No. They weren’t showing that particular game in my cell.”
He called us Sunday morning with the details while trying to locate his car. He needs a Cali version of Abby; pronto.
The Man Show: Beer Boy - Hittin’ on the Ladies - Thanks, Chuck H.
The Man Show: Beer Boy – Fake ID
You said you’d stand by me in the middle of Chapter Three. But you were up to your old tricks in Chapters Four, Five and Six.
Benny