Beauty is all around us.
Hoffstrocity brings up a good point, even though he was just beat up by some fake slam pig in Chelsea last weekend. Anyone can make a mistake... even a $25, 35 minute, four Kleenex mistake in a back alley. "I didn't realize it was an asshole until I finished and then I felt I had reasonable cause to refrain from the full payment agreed upon during the initial negotiation phase, which I held while talking on the phone with my grief counselor," he told me earlier today from the waiting room of his local clinic.

As I said though, he advanced a facinating point of interest: the Philadelphia Eagles lost a game Sunday on a 61-yard-fieldgoal by the Tampa Bay Bucs. They lost and the defense only gave up six points the entire day. They lost after Donovan and the offense scored with less than a minute left in the fourth quarter. They lost after the defesnse held a Tampa kicker who hadn't hit anything from more than 30 yards out all season to a 61-yard attempt.

I've been sucker punched a couple of times in the past, knocked senseless by a wild roundhouse to the teeth. The uncertain feeling after a brain jaring blow to the head is remarkably similiar to the way I felt when I saw that little brown football streak powerfully through the uprights. For just a second I thought it could still fall short. It couldn't be going that strong. The NFL record field goal is 62 yards... no. I was struck numb when I saw the refs signal, both hands up straight.

This is unbelievable and I friends will no longer stand for it. I'm drafting a letter that will be mailed TUESDAY offering my services to the Philadelphia football franchise. I need to get involved here, sitting on the sidelines watching the team self destruct is not an option. We could end up a six win team again real quick, and I don't have the stamina for that.

Until the Eagles get back to me, I need something to keep the spirits up. And so does everyone else. I fully believe in the healing powers of stiff spirits.