Friday, February 25, 2005

T. G. I. F.

As soon as I post this, Heather and I are heading for the service center. I have a collection of junk to pick up for upcoming service calls. Junk, in this case, either figurative or literal, I would be hard-pressed to differentiate. We will try to make this a brief stop of an hour or so, and then head home again, with any luck. Keep in mind, it is Friday, and casinos tend to call for service on Fridays regarding problems they have been letting slide all week, or longer.

Josh, as in, Uncle Josh, not nephew Josh, will be visiting this weekend. That is another reason we hope to head home in a judicious manner. That is the theory, in any case. My cell could ring at any minute and then all bets are off.

To follow up the last post, the major media have picked up on the story that Randy Moss is on his way to the Raiders. Do I think this is a reckless move for the Vikings? Does a bear crap in the woods? Oh yeah. The universal response I get when asking "casino people" about the loss of Moss is that each and every person thinks this is stupid with a capital "S." There is a lot of anger and frustration and people are wondering, basically, 'What are they smoking at Winter Park?' Moss wants to be with a team he feels can make it to the Big Game, and for him, that isn't the Vikings. Hopefully, the new Viking, Napoleon Harris, has a blatant Napoleonic complex with results to back it up, or this trade will surely come back to haunt us. Okay, I am absotively posolutely convinced that it will.