The Triumphant Return

Well I finally got mad enough about something to write in this thing again. Your welcome Devon.
Earlier today I read about an elementary school in Mass. that is banning the childhood game of "tag." Also no longer allowed is touch football and of course, dodgeball. "I've witnessed enough near collisions," says one parent. I would logically assume then that this lady's child does not walk or bike to school in the morning. I hope they are using excusively felt-tip pens. Those pencils can be awfully sharp ya know. I hate people so much. I am going to start up my own school. In class students will recieve an "A" with a sticker or big fat red "F"and a frowny face. At recess we will play(myself included) tag, football and dodgeball. We will go for the fat kids first. Why? Because that's how you WIN! Get the easy kids out first. And when Tubbs McGee is in the corner crying sucking his little sausage thumb, I will tell him to get up and go play something other than gameboy. And then the next day at lunch when I see him munching on his plate of chiken nuggets alone at the end of the table I will smack him one and ask if he knows why it is he always gets out first in dodgeball. Then I'll call and tell his single mom the same thing. Thus is life. Winners and losers. Everyone is on both sides. A lot. Except me. My mom says I'm a winner.
Have you seen the TV lineup for tonight? Playoff baseball. College football. Project Runway finale. Top Chef 2 premiere. Oh my goodness! God is smiling upon us!