Monday Morning

There are two kinds of people who read me on Mondays. One group reads me because it makes their weekend seem better to hear about mine. The other group reads me because my trials and tribulations bring a smile to their face.

Whichever group you fall into, I am glad I can help.

Mondays are the worst. Every weekend I promise myself I will rest and start Monday fresh as a mountain stream right before the bear does his business in it. I always break that promise. I end up wearing myself thin watching football, NASCAR and an occasional LPGA event.

Do you know how tiring it is to spend all day on a couch watching grown men and women in short skirts compete? Sure it doesn't sound hard but when you think, I also have to dip my own chips into the salsa, then it becomes clearer.

Then you throw in a pizza for dinner and a lunch of chicken wings and you can see why Mondays find me exhausted.

This weekend was especially difficult.

I had to help Patrick White lead the Mountaineers to victory over Louisville. I was summoned to help Paula Creamer fight back illness to finish third in a million dollar tournament. All from the comfort of my living room!

Then I had to do the unthinkable. Live a weekend without NASCAR!

It had been 10 months since I had to endure such pain. Sure the guys take a weekend off here and there but you still have Nationwide racing. It may not have the excitement of Sprint Cup but it beats mowing the lawn any day of the weekend.

So now you understand why it's noon and I am just getting around to spewing my nonsense onto the World Wide Web.

I am exhausted!