Here we go again...

Well Brent, we're back (again). The last time we had a pretty good run, but with a writer's strike on TV and children, we fizzled out hard. This time, it's a bit more broad of a topic, but I think we need more manly things in this world.

The immasculation of our nation is sickening at times. With all of the tree hugging and political correctness, it's like all men have their manhood pickled in a jar on the mantle with a sign: "Break only in the case of war... wait, give peace at chance." Well, it's time to break the glass. I like to talk about sports and I think that people that make millions of dollars playing a game have no right to arbitration. I like to hunt and can't wait for turkey season to start next week. I can't wait for my son to eat dirt and laugh about it.

I need a harumph... Or at least a couple of people to read this so I'm not completely alone. My wife has a wonderful blog with flowers and pretty pictures of the kids. Well, this blog will be the exact opposite of that. Love you honey, but I gotta pound my chest a little...

So here's my first rant of the season... I went to 810 Sports Zone at the Plaza last Saturday to watch the Masters and play Golden Tee. We were supposed to play golf while my wife had a baby shower (ugh) at our house, but the weather sucked. But I digress... So I'm sitting there eating hot wings and watching baseball and golf (doesn't get any better than that), when one of the numerous flat screen TV's changes to ESPN2... Ice skating. WHAT??? Question 1: Seriously ESPN, why are you mucking up my sports programming with this crap??? Question 2: Why is this playing at a sports bar on a Saturday??? I... I... oh well, there are no words.