Selfless

Game two of the flag football season went much better.

Despite my pathetic play (partly due to my present ailments) the team won 43 to 0. I am convinced that the discrepancy in the score would have been well into the hundreds had the referees not called the game shortly after halftime due to a "40 point mercy rule."

Do you want to know a secret? I didn't even catch a pass in the game. But, to borrow the age-old sport's cliche, I would rather have no catches and win, than score three touchdowns (like last week) and lose.

Isn't that stomach-revoltingly selfless of me? Don't I deserve, like, eight gold stars for that?

Anyway, on Thursday we play the team that beat those same poor guys 50 to 0. (Apparently the referees weren't as merciful in that game.) So that one should be a little more hard-fought, and I hope to report further success from the gridiron come Thursday night.

Question: Why do they call it the "gridiron"? Five gold stars to whoever can give me a convincing answer.

I just realized that I've neither been writing much about bees or philosophy as of late. I'd better get my focus out of croakus, or I'm gonna get an "F" in weblog class.

And, of course, if you rearrange the letters in "weblog class," you get "bagels scowl."