Hockey Mom -- Schmocky Mom

If  I hear Sarah Palin say one more time she's a Hockey Mom, I think I will hockey.  Nothing against Hockey Moms -- some of my dear friends are Hockey Moms, ha ha.  I'm just saying this: how is Sarah Palin a Hockey Mom and a governor as well?   From the little I've heard about kids playing hockey, it's a pretty time-intensive activity on the parents' part.  How is she able to have an important career as well as being a Hockey Mom, not to mention, wife and mother?   Give me  a break.   Don't patronize me.   I'm not buying it.  

And other thing, if the Republicans think women are so stupid to vote their ticket simply by slapping a female up there, couldn't they have found someone better than her?  Surely, there are oodles of intelligent, experienced Republican woman that would make a better candidate and potential future vice-president.  

I will say, I kind of wish she could (without McCain winning) stick around for entertainment value.   Watching her debate was almost indistinguishable from watching Tina Fey's impression of her on Saturday Night Live.   Hearing the childish, gobbledy-gook, circular thinking that she spouts is VERY ENTERTAINING.  Oh, wait a minute, we've had plenty of that the last eight years; maybe enough is enough.  I'll watch Family Guy and reality television for my guilty pleasure.  

My (Early) Nomination for Sports Blooper of the Year

Again, it's the little things that make one happy.   It was the fabulous DeSean Jackson who delivered a little early birthday present for me last night in the Cowboys/Eagles game.   

I would like to see some different rules implemented in NFL.   How about if you make a gross, bonehead move, and THEN get down in Funkytown (aka the End Zone), you and/or your team gets penalized?  I don't think the monetary penalty cuts it.   How about the offending player have to wear a pink Hello Kitty version of their team jersey for the next three games?