Your Poorly Worded Quizo Update

Not a whole lot to say this week - I want to get this done and down so I can go back to Guitar Hero 3. So, highlights:

- Perhaps in response to the Royal Flush I found myself against last week, the poker gods saw fit to award me a straight flush (to the queen) this past Friday night, my first in about five years. It followed a pretty good run of cards on my part, and when one of the people at my table asked how I kept getting such good hands I joked "I'm sleeping with the dealer," and when she gave me an odd look I was momentarily mortified while I wracked my brain trying to make sure that I was, in fact, joking.

- I was at a Halloween party on Saturday night, and such parties can be tough when you don't really dress up in costumes. After being repeatedly asked "and what are you supposed to be?" like I'm some half-witted six-year-old prowling the streets of Mayfair on Halloween night in a mismatched Eagles shirt and Phillies hat I started responding "I'm an optimist." No one seemed to believe that; not the sober folks at any rate. The drunk people just sort of stared at me blankly. Mission accomplished? I don't even know.

- During the Eagles game yesterday, Dick Stockton described Darren Sharper as - I am not making this up, this is word for word here - "the leading all-time interceptor of the active kind." I really miss the days when Merrill Reese was in sync with the television broadcast and we could just turn off the TV and turn on the radio and be spared such inane ravings. Merrill's tendency to occasionally Yoda up his commentary aside - I always loved comments like "and shaken up on the play is William Thomas" - at least I didn't have to listen to crap like that. Also, Brian Baldinger predicted the Redskins would hold the Patriots to "about twenty five points," which I suppose makes him slightly less than half right. Stockton and Baldinger may be the worst commentary team in football, and on a landscape that includes Boomer Esiason and the team of Joe Buck and Troy Aikman, whose combined IQ numbers something like 11, someone needs to make it so Merrill is back in time with the TV before I throw something. Give us Moose Johnston at least, please.

All right - La Grange awaits on the Playstation.

JLK