Sorry Guys

.... but there just hasn't been much time for me to blog lately.

Look at all this crap:

My Twitter Page. Where I follow such luminaries as Miley Cyrus, "Diddy," John Daly, Bill Simmons, and Jeff Sherman.

Andy's blogcast. It took 3 whole episodes before it was stale and repetitive to the point that even Ross and I didn't like it.

The baseball contest. Believe it or not there was a time when I was doing good in that contest. A time long, long ago. Ah, to be able to turn back the clock to Monday.

I'm almost as internet savvy as Jeff at this point.

The truth is that the main reason I haven't been blogging much lately is my state of depression over my current gambling stretch. I've been the anti-Hoff lately. Nothing goes my way. I don't know how it's possible that even with all the money I won in April, I'll go over my finances and be like "Shit, that's all I got left?"

I really gotta stop hanging out with Hoffy. He lives too hard. And I don't have any "Hoffytime" to make up for these wild, stupid, nights out.

Although, not everything I do with my money is a complete waste. I did send my Mom a dozen roses for Mother's Day with the following note:

Hey Mom. Happy Mother's Day. No matter what Peter tells you, these flowers are not half from him. This is all me. Your son with the job. And his own money. Peter had nothing to do with this whatsoever.

Regards,

John Murray


Apparently she cried when she got the flowers. Then laughed. Then started crying again. Really glad I wasn't there for that.

Ovechkin and LeBron both playing tonight. And I'll probably get murdered on another Cup race. Whoops, I mean NASCAR race. Sorry, Chris.

Crappy blog but good poll this week.


Enjoy the game.