You know what's more embarrassing than losing 5 games in row?

Severely spraining your ankle while reclining in your favorite chair yelling at the TV set.

Wife thot I was going to have a heartattack yelling at the game.  She was getting a little p.o'd (ok, a lot p.o.'d), so I try to get up and get to the fridge to grab a beer and calm down a bit, when I realize I fucking couldn't walk.  Ankle the size of a grapefruit.  Then to top it off, wife starts laughing because I can't walk.  She always thinks it's funny when I'm in extreme pain.  

I'm more uncoordinated than MSU's coordinators.

Will get Xrays done in the morning.  Have no fucking clue what or how I did it.  Just got up and suddenly couldn't put any weight on my right foot.  Damn near fell down.

I don't know how you're still getting worked up over the games to be honest. I was pretty ambivalent throughout.

I was expecting the answer to be "losing 6 games in a row."

Cameron wrote:I was expecting the answer to be "losing 6 games in a row."

Won't win another game. The beat downs the next two weeks will finish off this team.

BTN2Go did me a favor last night. About 5 minutes in it kept dropping the feed so I listened to Blaha and watched the Cubs. They finally fixed things just in in time for me to watch Maryland go ahead 21-17 so i went back to the Cubs to see them win Game 4. Sadly I quit yelling at the TV after the 2 pass plays that resulted in sacks in OT vs IU weeks ago.
I was going to say being a major football donor at University of Houston.
They have paid millions to improve their stadium, hire Tom Herman as HC who's won a lot of games and lobby to join the Big 12. In 3 weeks that have gone from a Top Ten team to look sing to Navy, being told Big 12 is not keen on Houston joining and losing to SMU. Plus LSU already fired a coach and Texas' loss yesterday might mean they will join the chase for Herman.

Hot bath. Ice bath. Alleve.

You'll be fine.

Your wife sounds awesome.

Rocinante wrote:Your wife sounds awesome.

I wonder how big her bewbs are.

Frank Ricard wrote:Severely spraining your ankle while reclining in your favorite chair yelling at the TV set.

Wife thot I was going to have a heartattack yelling at the game.  She was getting a little p.o'd (ok, a lot p.o.'d), so I try to get up and get to the fridge to grab a beer and calm down a bit, when I realize I fucking couldn't walk.  Ankle the size of a grapefruit.  Then to top it off, wife starts laughing because I can't walk.  She always thinks it's funny when I'm in extreme pain.  

I'm more uncoordinated than MSU's coordinators.

Will get Xrays done in the morning.  Have no fucking clue what or how I did it.  Just got up and suddenly couldn't put any weight on my right foot.  Damn near fell down.

Sorry. I too laughed at your misery. So anyway, can we get some pics of the wife?

NigelUno wrote:Hot bath. Ice bath. Alleve.

You'll be fine.

Good advice. Thanks, Nigel!

Rocinante wrote:Your wife sounds awesome.

Actually, she is. But whenever I've been in some kind of pain, her first reaction is to have a nervous laugh because she doesn't know how to react. It's been like that for 32 years.

Turtleneck wrote:

Frank Ricard wrote:Severely spraining your ankle while reclining in your favorite chair yelling at the TV set.

Wife thot I was going to have a heartattack yelling at the game.  She was getting a little p.o'd (ok, a lot p.o.'d), so I try to get up and get to the fridge to grab a beer and calm down a bit, when I realize I fucking couldn't walk.  Ankle the size of a grapefruit.  Then to top it off, wife starts laughing because I can't walk.  She always thinks it's funny when I'm in extreme pain.  

I'm more uncoordinated than MSU's coordinators.

Will get Xrays done in the morning.  Have no fucking clue what or how I did it.  Just got up and suddenly couldn't put any weight on my right foot.  Damn near fell down.

Sorry. I too laughed at your misery. So anyway, can we get some pics of the wife?

Don't have a clue on how to post pics. Did it once on here about a year ago. It was my former talented dog who could pick his nose with his back paws. I remember it being very complicated and took several attempts to get it right. At this point in life, it's all about simplicity.

Plus, who needs pics when I'm a bitchass typer?