It was a weird morning. Pulse nightclub anniversary. Loving Day. Rain. So much fucking rain.
Anyway, I think I started writing a thing about taking a break from the NFL this season. All the moving around of teams, the beating of women resulting in slaps on the wrist (unless there's video the league can't hide) and the blackballing of peaceful demonstrators... it's starting to feel a lot like MLB did when I walked away in the late 90s.
Anyway, I have to go to the gym this morning. I am literally just now starting to feel less soar/sore from last Thursday's visit to the gym. I blame Noah.
I'll you about Noah someday. He's a good kid. Gives me hope for the world we're leaving him and his generation.
Also, if I ever become the type of old fucker who blames the generations that follow mine please fill me full of holes and dump me in a deep body of water. People like that have outlived their usefulness while forgetting their part in creating the fucking mess in the first place.
And no fellow Gen Xers, our generation was not better than Millennials. In fact, we say the same stupid shit about them that Boomers said about us. Let's stop that shit.