TGIF? I Think Not


Why Megan Fox, you ask? Why not, I say. I mean, does one need an excuse for a photo of Megan Fox? No. Never. Ever. Ever. But, especially today, I need Megan. I need her to make my happy (heh heh), I need her to take my mind off my troubles (heh heh), I need her to remind me that something in the world is good, pure, perfect .. and waiting for me. I’m coming, Megan, I’m coming!

But why, why today of all days do I need Megan? After all, it’s Friday — who is in a bad mood on a Friday? Two days of R and R coming up,Tom and Stephanie’s Christmas party on Saturday, watch a little football on Sunday — what’s not to be happy about?

You mean, aside from the fact that I have to usher at Temple tomorrow morning at nine freaking forty-five, some crap about doing service in advance of my son’s Bar Mitzvah? Or because I have to have dinner with the in-laws on Sunday? As if I needed any other reason to be annoyed that today is Friday and tomorrow begins the weekend, I fire up the laptop, scroll the web and find this. This is why I’m pissed …

You know, I’ve taken NASCAR to task on any number of issues. I even touched on this very topic the other day. But me, being the doofus I am, I just walked up to Brian France and cold-cocked him, told him he was a hypocritical jerk; Josh Stewart, with the stealth of a Ninja, sneaks up behind and quietly kneecaps the man and NASCAR, undermining France’s plea for a Big Three bailout by mocking France’s hypocrisy with a subtlety I haven’t mastered since seventh grade. I’m not worthy.

But, I do have me a little Megan …