Timing titanic, turkey day, snapped springs, ROIDS, 10??, pressured, cut, lighted, Eagles turned off

So our Thanksgiving eve was busier than normal since we were actually timing the huge holiday run the next morning instead of just volunteering.  I set the alarm on Thursday for an ungodly 3:45 am, yes it sucks.  With as much as there was to do, I wanted to get at the race site as early as possible..

So we pulled up about 5 am.  The only other person there was the race director Matt who had a million different things to attend to.  He basically let the registration area in the hands of Ali and I.  We came up with what seemed to be a decent lay out to split up the chip timed versus fun run participants.

It wasn’t long until the first snafu struck.  The power outlet we were using to run the laptops went dead.  Evidently the exterior outlets turn off along with the lights, great.  We just had a race a few week back where I ranted about unconfirmed power sources and now we faced it once again.  In the prior years we had no power requirements for the race.  So now a mad scramble took place to find a working outlet.  We eventually found one but that one as well went dead a little later.  I wound up walking down to the finish line which was a couple hundred yards away and lugging the battery back up unit to the registration area to power the laptops.

By that time the registration area had turned into a human beehive of chaos, bodies were everywhere.  Even though the race had hit it’s capacity and was not taking walk up entries Ali still was kept quite busy. Somebody sitting behind a laptop looks authoritative, hence she became an unintended customer service desk, getting hit with questions constantly.

We had a number of people that did not see any of the online notices that the race was full and they could not sign up, despite having money in hand, an awkward situation to have to deal with.  In addition Ali had to deal with a number of people that signed up online late when only fun run entry was allowed, thinking they were signed up for the chip timed run.  Ali gave these people the option to pay an extra $5 if they wanted to be chip timed which a few of them opted to do.

Before I knew it we were only a few minutes from the start of the race.  I had to haul ass to the start line and get the starting mats up and running.  I quickly got the mats across the road and turned on the timing box.  While I was waiting for stuff to come up the race director, who is a professional musician, started playing the national anthem on his trumpet.  When he finished the box was still not booted up.

Now we had an issue.  I had close to a thousand runners all waiting for the start command that generally should follow the end of the anthem.  Well I wasn’t ready, the box still was not fully booted.  Now in retrospect if we were able to fill in some of the dead time with maybe race instructions or some other happy filler we would have been ok.  But we were now past the official 7:30 start time and we had the fun run scheduled to start at 7:40.  I made the decision to have him just start the race, a chip finish would have to do.

The start command was given and hundreds of people crossed the starting line thinking their time was being registered, it wasn’t.  The box finished booting about 20-30 seconds after the race was started but it did no good at that point.  I was frustrated.

Well as I was cursing internally at not getting start times I realized I had a much, MUCH bigger problem.  In my angst to get the starting line up and running I totally whiffed on doing the other steps necessary to start the race.  When a race typically starts I am at the line with a clipboard and a stopwatch.  When the race starts I click my stopwatch and write down the time on my watch.  The timing system is later synched to the time on my watch.  Well I had no stop watch, no clipboard and hadn’t even glanced at my watch.  My first thought, “Oh boy, I am fcked”

I had 1000 runners out on the course that paid EXTRA to be chip timed and I don’t have a time for them.  I knew I didn’t have time to panic.  Instead my years of experience as problem solver kicked in as I ran through scenarios of how to save this from being a total failure while I fast walked to the finish line.

Well as if I didn’t have enough problems, I was presented with another one at the finish line.  The power we were tapping there had turned off as well.  I had no time to f around with that so I had Craig desperately find me a live outlet which he thankfully did eventually.  I had to fix this.

The clock at the finish line is normally set to match my stop watch.  Since I had no stop watch I just punched in a number that I thought was in the neighborhood of being right.   I knew people crossing the finish line at first would be like “What the F? That time can’t be right??” and it wasn’t.

My plan hinged on hoping the first place runner was wearing a GPS watch that he started at the start of the race.  When he crossed the finish line I would see what the time was on my watch and then ask the runner what his GPS said.  Then by subtracting the time on his watch from the time on my wrist I would have the race start time.

Luckily the winner, that crossed the line in 21:11 was wearing a GPS and I was able to then figure out a more or less accurate start time.  Spectators were confused when they saw the timing clock over the finish line all of a sudden go back in time almost two minutes to account for the f up.  About 5 minutes after the first guy crossed everything was back in synch and I was collecting times normally.

Wow, that was my biggest save I ever had to make.  Ironically, before the race I was talking to Craig about the process of getting someone else familiar with timing races, which he has expressed interest in doing.  I told him that training someone to time a race is possible, as long as nothing goes wrong.  It’s being able to handle these unexpected issues that makes having someone with a troubleshooting background invaluable in this role.

As the runners continued to stream across the finish line I just sort of sat there behind the timing table in a trance, mentally tired from the events of the morning.  It all worked out.

There were some other glitches in the race outside of my control.  We had one runner come across the finish line LIVID.  He started screaming at Craig about the stupidity of not having cups on the course for water.

This event strives to be as “green” as possible and part of that was having a water stop on the course with no cups.  Before the race runners were advised to bring their hydrapouches that were handed out at last years event or an empty bottle to fill up with.  Well of course hardly anybody did so and as a result many runners did the entire 4 miles without water which is not a good thing.  Saying “but it said in the email and on the website you had to bring your own container” won’t hold much weight if someone passes out on the run from dehydration.

The race also had awards for the top 3 male and female finishers however the award ceremony never happened.  People were just kind of wandering around, wondering if it was over.  Even when the race was not chip timed there was always a post race ceremony that at least thanked everyone for participating.  It was a pretty glaring omission from this year’s event.

To be fair, this race is a monster to organize because of it’s size and Matt tries to take the vast majority of it and plop it squarely on his shoulders.  It is just too much for one person to do efficiently.  In the future a different road map where there are several individuals that have full responsibility for different aspects of the race will probably be implemented to help relieve some of this crushing burden.

Man I was glad to get all of the stuff packed up and out of there.  At least we scored a left over pumpkin pie for our part of the effort. So we piled in the van and headed up to pick up mom after a much needed stop at DD for go juice. When we got back to our house the girls were beyond excited to see mom, especially Nicki.

So there was a lot to do.  Not only did I want to get the post-race stuff done and put away, Ali had a Thanksgiving dinner to prepare.  I flipped on the tv and had the Macy’s Parade on for entertainment although I actually saw none of it.

Our meal included tofurkey, asparagus, mushroom gravy, raspberry/cranberry sauce, potatoes, carrots and wheat rolls, a total vegetarian menu.  I thought that once again the tofurkey was good although it seems that they really cut down on the size of it from years prior.

Mom didn’t seem all that thrilled with the tofurkey.  In the past we have offered to gladly prepare a small turkey breast in addition to the tofurkey which mom has declined so we don’t have to expend the effort.  I think we will just do it anyway next year.

There wasn’t much time that passed between the end of our meal and mom being ready to go home but that was ok since I had 4 days of things I wanted to do.  I took mom home in the SSR with the top down, a wonderful way to travel.  During the drive we had a conversation about mom’s situation and what can be done to make it better.

I have stressed to mom I am always happy to help her as much as I can. However I think the biggest problem is one that I can’t fix which frustrates me.  You always hear the overused saying how you can’t help someone that doesn’t want it.  Mom was unusually honest about how she has felt in the last decade or so.  It’s a hard thing growing older and feeling less and less viable.

I stressed to her that focusing more on what she can do instead of what she can’t is probably much more productive.  I think if she pushes against some of theses boundaries that she thinks are made of concrete she will quickly discover they are actually just cardboard and fall down rather easily.

When I returned home Ali was nestled in bed taking her much anticipated nap.  I forgot to mention that in addition to working the race she also participated, turning in her best 4 mile time ever, a little over 36 minutes.

Surprisingly my energy level was still pretty good so I continued with doing things.  One of those things was hopping on the mower and knocking down the grass for hopefully the last time in 2011.

Ali came out after she woke up and asked what I was doing.  She was in disbelief that I decided to mow grass after everything else that went down today.  I told her I was fine plus it was nice weather for mowing with mild temps and low humidity.

All of my activity during the day had an unwanted side effect, by the time Thanksgiving night rolled around my thumb had swelled back up the the point of being unusable again, damn it.  Again simple things like picking up an object became left hand only motions.  I had my prescription for steroids from the clinic but I was not going to get it filled till Friday.  I just had to take some Advil and deal with it.

So on Thanksgiving we looked at the ads from mom’s paper to see if anything looked interesting.  The only thing I bothered to tear out of thousands of ad pages was a manager’s chair at Target for $49.  It looked like a decent replacement for my increasingly uncomfortable current chair.

Ali and I decided we would actually venture out into the crazy retail world later in the day Friday.  We had to stick around the house early because the cleaning people were showing up for their once every 4-6 weeks cleaning session.  I have been quite annoyed with the service lately.

The last time they were at the house I discovered the next day that in the process of strumming the front blinds harshly with a brush one of the girls broke the blinds.  I contacted the owner of the business via email about the damage.  She never responded.

When Ali responded back to her a few weeks later about the next appointment she again mentioned the blinds.  The owner said she talked to the girls that were at the house and both of them denied causing the damage.  Well now I was pissed.

Accidents happen but if you do cause damage, don’t lie about it.  So I take a picture of the blinds and send it off, ending any doubt that the girls did indeed cause the damage.  Finally the owner agreed that blinds don’t get this way themselves and agreed to reimburse me for replacements.  I am not sure if I am going to actually sock her with the bill or not but I certainly wanted to make sure she accepted responsibility for it.

So while the house was cleaned I was already outside with the pressure washer.  I wanted to pressure wash the pool cage, lanai and the two sheds.  My thumb was still a disaster, unable to grip for shit.  I just decided I would use my left hand to pick up the slack.

By the time we were ready to leave to go shopping I had the pool cage and lanai done.  It was a pretty miserable process trying to do it with a gimped hand, there were plenty of “ow, that hurts” moments.

So late morning we headed out in the SSR to dive into the sea of shopping humanity.  After dropping off my prescription at CVS we first hit Target, hoping to snag one of those office chairs.  I was bummed and a bit annoyed when not only did I walk in to see none located where the sign was but also that there didn’t appear to be space for more than one to be on the shelf.  I hate when a store blasts a special and backs it up with very limited inventory.

Just to make sure I asked a worker if they possibly had any more in the back.  She said they didn’t but a truck was coming that night which may or may not have more.  She said it also looked like the other Naples store had some still but she couldn’t be sure.  Ali and I made loose plans to maybe try the other location if time allowed.

So our next stop was to go to the Miromar Outlets.  Ali and I said we were surprised that Target didn’t seem all that busy, not significantly busier than normal.  Well Miromar was a whole other story. It was stuffed.

The outlets have a HUGE parking lot that almost circles the facility more or less.  There were no spots to be found.  If a pair of back up lights were spotted it was instantly mongered by one of the dozens of vehicles endlessly circling the lot.  There were multiple vehicles that parked up on the various grass islands for cripes sake.

Well there was no way in hell I was wedging the SSR among all of these other vehicles.  When it comes to avoiding unwanted door dings I subscribe to the assumption that most people are careless assholes and would have no issue introducing their edge of the door to the paint of my vehicle.

I told Ali it was a nice day for a walk.  We wound up parking in the adjacent stadium lot.  I am sure our walk to the outlets was well over a 1/4 mile but it was worth it to give the SSR a better shot at escaping door dingers.

To be honest I was skeptical about just how good the deals would be at the outlets.  Well after leaving a couple hours later with a bag stuffed with deals I was not.

We scored significant deals at various places, my favorite of which was the Under Armour outlet.

I had blogged about how I was shocked by paying $50 for the UA long sleeve “cold gear” shirt at Sports Authority for the Mudder.  I like the shirt a lot but paying that much for one doesn’t sit well with me.  Well at the outlet I picked up 4 items for the same money, scoring two pairs of shorts, training pants and a sleeveless t-shirt.  Ali found a good deal on Under Armour sneakers which she took advantage of despite having enough pairs of sneakers at home to adorn a small village.

There were legitimate deals all over the place.  A lot of the stores had these pile on discounts where stuff was marked down 40%, then 30% on top of that plus another 10-15% on top of that.  They had convenient charts posted so you knew exactly how much the final price would be.

Of course the best deal of all were to be found if you stumbled across something on the clearance racks you actually liked which I did a few times. I scored two polo shirts for $8-$9, some Adidas shorts for $12 and a couple other outlandish deals.

Like I mentioned we spent a little over two hours there, by the end of which I was ready to go.  Well something weird happened along those two hours, Ali didn’t buy anything else.  I had exhibited some commendable patience if you ask me, dealing with the waves of people while allowing Ali to peruse.  Only at the very end of the session did I indicate I had enough.

Ali was feeling somewhat cheated that I bought various clothing items while all she did was get sneakers.  I told her that she looked at a million things but didn’t indicate strongly she liked anything.  Plus I pointed out that she probably conservatively has quadruple the amount of clothing I have, she needs very little.

Well this turned into a walking argument as we looked for a place to grab some quick food before leaving.  Ali tried to shift blame onto me, saying I wasn’t helpful enough in pointing out things I thought she should get.  She didn’t indicate this was supposed to be my role until the very end.  Silly me assumed that the way it would work is she picks something out and then asks my opinion on it.

So we had a pretty silent lunch as we each knocked down a piece of pizza, not the way I would have preferred what was a surprisingly pleasant shopping trip up to that point would wind up.   Ali actually would have stayed longer to shop more.  I told her that we still had to get groceries on the way home and I already told her before we left that I wanted to get the rest of my pressure washing chore over and done with it before daylight expired.

Later in the evening I suggested to Ali that perhaps on Saturday we could stop at Kohl’s for her to look around some more to satiate her unmet shopping desire.

So Saturday morning we had another early wake up call, we decided to go participate in a club group run.  We were going to take the SSR.  We headed out to the garage and hit the garage door button.  The door went up a few inches and no further.  The opener strained against the weight.  We hit the button a couple more times until I took a closer look.  I saw the right spring that provides upward lifting power had snapped, a common failure with garage doors.  Ali mentioned that she thought she heard a bang from the garage the night before.  Now we knew what the bang was.

Well the Camry and SSR were trapped in the garage so we piled into the Tacoma.  On the drive I worried about the logistics and cost of getting someone out to fix the door on a Saturday.  I told Ali I would try to call someone after the run.

This run was not of any set distance, you could go as far or as short as you wanted.  Ali and Michelle had talked of doing somewhere around 10 miles which I had no intention of doing.  Since I injured my knee during the NYC/Ireland trip the most I have run is the 5K on Veteran’s day.  Jumping the distance up to 10 miles would be stupid, especially since the Mudder was a week away.

I told Ali I would just run with Michelle and her for awhile and turn around when I hit the halfway mark of whatever I felt like running.  Well I never turned back.

The girls were running a pace around a 10 minute mile and I felt comfortable enough to just keep going.  I ran the entire 10 miles.  The last couple miles Michelle and I pulled away on our own and Ali who was feeling pooped, walked.  Michelle had to get back home so she was ok with picking up the pace at the end which we did in sub 9 minute mile pace.

After we finished I double backed to meet up with Ali.  She was walking with another guy from her triathlon training group so at least she had company.

After enjoying a post run bagel we got ready to head out. Before we left I got a hold of a pleasant garage door guy who said they would be able to come out to fix the door later in the afternoon. The total cost would be just under $300 which felt a little steep to me but when I factored in it was Saturday I felt more ok with the number.

So we decided we would go to Kohl’s right from the run.  We both had brought a change of clothes so we wouldn’t be walking around stinking and sweaty.  At first Ali said we didn’t need to bother going since she realizes she doesn’t really need anything.  Well despite my knowing this was true, I still encouraged her that we stop, saying I never saw the store before so this way I could see it. (I didn’t care if saw it)

It just so happened that the route to Kohl’s went right past that other Target that we were told might have that office chair.  Despite being pretty sure that any remaining stock had been snapped up, Ali and I decided to take a quick look.  I was quite surprised that one box was actually on the shelf.  I was so sure that one would not be there I hadn’t even grabbed a cart. Instead I just grabbed the box and lugged it to the front register caveman style.

So we arrived at Kohl’s.  Of course now I have heard of Kohl’s before but I never stepped foot inside of one.  I quickly realized it is just another department store basically albeit it with decent pricing.  The women’s clothing was right by the entrance so Ali could dig right in.

So now that I knew my role was to be more of a fashion consultant I did my best to point out various items that I thought Ali would look good in.  Ali is not very good at this.  If left to her on her own she would just buy a solid, muted color of something.

I did my best to point out various items and kept a good attitude while doing so until a point.  By that time I was carrying at least a half dozen items that we picked out for her, a good haul, I was ready to pay and go.  Ali though went into her “wander mode”.  She likes to just wander about the store, looking at things, endless things and being indecisive of her want/need of things.  It can be quite frustrating if you are not shopping yourself and instead are just being towed behind the process.  Finally I was able to steer Ali towards the cash register.

Our checkout clerk was bizarre looking.  She was a lady who was probably in her mid to late 40’s.  She had scare hair and crazy, gaudy eye make up.  She literally looked like she was dressed up for a Halloween party.  Despite her odd appearance she was nice enough.

Kohl’s had good deals as well.  In addition to the heavy discounts, Kohl’s adds back end to the deal.  Based on what you spend, you get “Kohl’s bucks” you can spend at a future visit.  I left the store feeling that Ali now felt on more even ground on her weekend shopping haul.

Looking back I find it funny that except for a few items, everything we bought was for ourselves instead of gifts for others.  Merry Christmas to me.  Our Christmas shopping nowadays is so heavily gift card/online shopping weighted that actual shopping in buildings just doesn’t happen much.

So on Saturday I started my steroid pack for my thumb.  Roids are one way to aggressively treat swelling.  I found it interesting the way the dosage is doled out.  You start out with a high dosage, 6 pills the first day and then scale back the number of pills each subsequent day.  You take the pills throughout the day around meals and before bed.

Since I started the treatment my thumb has reverted back to just the mildly painful, an improvement from balloon-like and immobile. In this condition I can at least pinch items with my thumb but trying to bend it at the joint too far still will result in pain.  I am having an x-ray tomorrow to hopefully further clarify exactly what is wrong in addition to the blood work I had done.

Saturday afternoon after Ali napped I had her come out to help me with the third major project of the weekend, the exterior Christmas lights.  I decided I wanted to exclusively use the expensive LED sets I bought at Sam’s last year.

I had enough lights to outline the front roof line of the house, part of the fence on either side and the two front palm trees.  My chainsaw work on the tallest palm a couple weeks ago allowed Ali and I to run the lights to the very top of the tall tree, looking extra cool in my opinion.

While we were working on the lights, the garage repair dude came, his name was Gary. Gary seemed like a likeable, hard working guy.  I did immediately notice he was missing a few teeth.  Gary wasted no time telling us how shitty his day was.  He said every single call he had that day were all broken springs which I guess are generally a pain in the ass to replace. Gary also made the first of many inferences of how he is not making much money, a point he drove home at least a half dozen times during his visit.

The first order of business was getting the garage door open.  Little did I know that it could be done with a little human assist.  While Ali hit the opener button, Gary and I lifted, serving the same purpose as the broken spring.  The door went up with little issue.  After that he said he didn’t need any more help so we resumed our light hanging process.

It didn’t take all that long for Gary to make the repair, he said of the five he replaced that day ours was the easiest.   As he cleaned up and prepared our bill more references to money were made.  He even told us he supplements this job with a nightly paper delivery route.  He relayed the nightmare of the job on Thanksgiving day.  He estimated he delivered more than four tons of paper that night.

Anyway, all of the money mentions made it pretty obvious to me the guy would appreciate a tip and I would have happily obliged but there was one problem.  I had exactly one dollar in my wallet.  Now short of emptying out my change basket, I had no other cash in the house.  Unfortunately Gary had to make do with a handshake and our thanks, Happy Holidays.

Gary did fill me in that ideally a spring should be shot with some lubricant once every three months to extend it’s life.  Our original spring was lubricated exactly zero times in 10 + years.

Ali and I finished up the lights and headed inside.  Once it got dark out we went back out to admire our efforts.  We liked the final outcome although Ali was slightly annoyed that some of the LED strings were bright white while others had a pale yellow hue.  It didn’t bother me.

Sunday morning we met Christy for another bike riding session.  We covered a little more than 20 miles on the ride.  At this point Ali hasn’t been very concerned on what pace she is riding, concentrating more on just physically being on a bike for a period of 90 minutes consistently.  That is starting to get easier for her so hopefully soon we can push the pace a bit.  I would estimate for much of Sunday’s ride we were going at a leisurely 12-13 mph pace.

The Eagles didn’t play till 4:15 so that left me with some more time to do stuff around the house.  One of the first things I did was replace the ash tray door assembly on the SSR.

You may recall my posting of what the old owner did as a “fix” for the ash tray latch breaking.  He inserted a small screw where the latch was supposed to be and then slammed it up into the upper receptacle.  It was pretty lame. Well after seeing what I paid for the parts to replace it I got a better understanding of why he opted to rig it.

So anyway I had the parts for a few days so I was ready to get the job done.  I quick survey of the latch revealed there were two screws at the rear base of it that needed to come out.  The hinge of the door is right above the center cowl, I had very little room to get a tool in there.  Even the stubby screw drivers I have which are no longer than 4 inches long, were too big.  Hmmm.

I used my McGyver instincts and made a modified right angle screw driver by using a 1/4″ socket on a ratchet and inserting a phillips head bit in it.  Reaching the screws required me to wedge my body into the small foot well on my back while reaching over head.  I also had a flash light pointed at the area to provide some lighting.

After some trial and error I was able to get enough torque and upward pressure to get the screws loose.  Once I did the tray dropped right out.

Now I simply had to pop the old cigarette lighter out of the old assembly and into the new one.  Doing so was easier said than done.  the tabs that held the lighter in place didn’t seem to have the give in them that they should have.  I used brute force to pop it out, to be honest I am surprised it didn’t break.

When I dropped the drawer out I saw something slide around back up in the dash.  A quick grab with my hands pulled out a Bic lighter.  It confirmed what I suspected, one of the prior owners was a smoker.  When I first got the car it had an odd smell which I remember from my car salesman days.  It is the smell of a car that has been smoked in but then later treated with the stuff that is supposed to kill the stink.

The car has had a lot of time to air out since I have owned it, in fact most of the time when it is in the garage the top has been down.   The smell seems to be mostly gone but at some point I will probably give the carpet an additional shampooing.

So after moving the cigarette lighter across to the new door the rest of the reassembly process went smoothly.  My new door and latch assembly worked as they should, clicking nicely into place.  That was the last of the glaring interior issues I had to address.

Next up on the SSR project list is to get a Pioneer in-dash navigation system up and running.  Originally I was hoping I could use the funds from this onslaught of races I have been timing to pay for the system, but after our spending onslaught this weekend I thought it made more fiscal sense to direct that money towards offsetting that spending bulge.  I can wait till after Christmas to put the radio in.

After the car work I finally got around to finishing up the chicken wire fencing around the garden project.  I started it last week but never finished it because of my aching thumb.  The fencing was installed to prevent the obvious rabbit damage we have seen in the garden.  They definitely will not be able to squeeze through the tiny holes in the chicken wire.  Ali was nice enough to help me with the final part of the process which was twisting some wire around the chicken fence up high to keep it snugly against the existing fencing. All that twisting would have been a recipe for instant thumb swelling.

So it was time for the Eagles game.  I went into the broadcast already predisposed to thinking the team was going to get slaughtered.  After all the Patriots were coming to town, one of the most powerful offenses in the league and the Eagles defense for the vast majority of the season has proven to be nothing but a joke.  Well for about the first 8 or 9 minutes of the game I thought my negativity was actually unjustified.

The Birds came out and scored a quick touchdown followed by a field goal.  On defense they were harassing Brady and caused the Patriots to punt a couple times. Wow maybe the Eagles actually CAN still play.  Maybe the win against the Giants wasn’t a fluke?  Well guess what, it was.

The Patriots, unlike the Eagles are generally very good at making mid-game adjustments.  Adjust they did, plowing through the defense for the rest of the game, embarrassing the Eagles 38-20.  It was laughable how easy the Patriots made it look.  The secondary which prior to the season on paper looked unbeatable, gave out points like candy it was just as awful as it gets.

Desean Jackson continued his self destruction, dropping 3 catch-able balls, including two that would have been touchdowns.  One was especially egregious where he obviously short armed a catch to avoid contact.  The Eagles fans let Desean and Andy know how they felt.  The chants of “Fire Andy” rained down from the stands with regularity.  I was pleased to hear that after I turned the game off in disgust at the beginning of the 4th quarter, Reid actually plopped Jackson’s ass on the bench and kept him there.

With as much talent as Jackson has, he just isn’t worth it to me.  His play is dramatically inconsistent and his pompous, showboat attitude just is never going to fly here.  I don’t need assholes on the team. Desean Jackson is a gaping asshole.

So now the Eagles are a dreadful 4-7 with no realistic shot of making the playoffs.  Their next game comes up in a hurry on Thursday night against the Seahawks.  This is one of those stupid NFL Network only games that means if I want to see it I will need to rig it through the laptop while streaming the broadcast from a shady website.  I honestly don’t know if I will bother making the effort.  I just don’t care about this team right now.