Monday Afternoon Quarterback

Excuse me for a moment. My arm is a bit sore. Sore from patting myself on the back. Mrs. Hillbilly Mom is now ranked #4 out of 205 in the local newspaper's prep football contest. Yes. She moved up this week from #19 to #4. That would be outstanding on Kasey Kasem's American Top 40.

Mrs. HM went 10 for 11 (91%) on her picks Week 2. Because she missed one of the 2-point games, she earned a score of 12 out of 14. That means a total of 22 points so far. The overall leader has a score of 24. One person has 23, and apparently there are three individuals tied for 3rd place with 22, as they are ranked ahead of me on the leaderboard. But my stats proclaim me to be #4 out of 205. HooRah! Where's that NFL coaching contract? Though I was a bit disappointed to miss out on that $15 prize money, I have my sights set on the end-of-contest Ashley recliner. So what if there are still eight weeks to go? I'm #4, by cracky! The stress of staying on top is going to wear on me. The front runner always has more pressure.

Next week, I will also be entering the pro football contest. Don't cost nothin'! And, there's that enticing $15 per week prize money. No recliner here, but at the end of the contest, the overall winner gets $200. Take that, Ashley recliner! I don't have such high hopes for the pros. I haven't watched any football except the Super Bowl over the past several years. I used to be a fanatic, back when the Rams had Kurt Warner coached by cryin' Dick Vermeil. You know, the Superbowl Rams. Then cryin' Dick retired but turned up coaching the Chiefs, a team I never could love, even though they ended up with a lot of Rams rejects. Anyhoo...HH complained that all I did was sit in front of the TV on Sundays, which was not true, because it was on a Sunday at halftime when I went outside to rescue that chipmunk from the cats for the kids, and the thanks I got for that was a puncture bite and a tetanus shot and nobody who could tell me if a chipmunk carries rabies, and that darn chipmunk let himself be eaten by those darn cats anyway, with my blood still fresh in his mouth. Which just proves that no good deed goes unpunished, and Tyrant H can control my football-watching habits.

Superfan H went to the Mizzou/Illinois game Saturday, the game which Mizzou won by a score of 37-9. He's not really one to seek out such a game, but a work crony called and offered him a ticket the night before, so he went. It's not like it was in Columbia. All he had to do was meet the work crony at the base of the Arch. It got him out of our hair for the day, so we were happy at his good fortune.

But getting back to ME and my skill, not good fortune...recliner, here I come!