Wednesday, June 03, 2009
Wednesday Addams
I have figured out the perfect way to combat these afflictions: don't run.
It's National Running Day and I wish I could properly celebrate it.
This time every year, for the last decade or so, I have tried to do something to kick-start the running career again. And as each year ticks on the odometer, it becomes harder and harder. I wish I could run again. Anyone want to loan me a healthy right leg?
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Watch the Barclay's Premier League. The WNBA is not exactly printing its own money. So kudos to the Mercury for tapping into the previously untapped revenue streams.
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Admittedly, I was a huge Rodney Harrison fan. I loved the way he played the game. I loved him in the defensive backfield for two of the Patriots' Super Bowl victories and look forward to his broadcasting career.
But.
Let us not overlook the fact he used performance-enhancing drugs as a professional athlete. He cheated.
His hard-hitting ways earned him respect and accolades from fans in San Diego and New England. The wideouts who took the flying hits from #37 respectfully disagreed.
Year after year, Harrison was voted as a dirty player - if not the dirtiest - by his NFL peers.
By his actions of using HgH, everyone should look at him as dirty.
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That is all. When's Wednesday over?
