Yes, I actually own a piece of Joe Namath’s old clothes. If there is a big enough drop of sweat in there, we might be able to clone him. Technology keeps getting better each day. Soon, nothing really will be impossible.
Last night was grand entertainment on a massive scale. The 1972 Dolphins, the team I witnessed in the Orange Bowl in sixth grade while cheering as Deacon Jones broke Bob Griese’s leg, bought us all champagne. My ears are still ringing, my heart it still singing.
And Michael Jackson’s little song called “Thriller”, or something? It bumped us up to the fourth hottest WordPress blog on the planet, so far. Whatever they did to Naomi Campbell and those lizards – it works for me. Happy Monday!