Standing athwart history, yelling, “I’m not wearing any pants!”

The ring card girls for the UFC have to do all of three things: hold up a sign, wave to the camera, and blow kisses. Saturday night, the new girl actually screwed up that last one.

I’m a Jets fan to the extent that a buddy of mine bleeds green and white (we cut him open one night to check) and I use the Jets as the basis of any football questions I have. That said, I was happy to see the Dolphins win last night if for no other reason than I think Chad Pennington was done wrong by his former employers.

Congratulations are in order. I’ve apparently be promoted to owner of the company I work for. At least that’s what a very important piece of mail told me, and you know it was very important because it said so on the envelope.

You could have a change of heart, if you would only change your mind, ’cause I’m crazy ’bout you baby, time after time. Without you one night alone is like a year without you, baby. Do you have a heart of stone? Without you – can’t stop the hurt inside when love and hate collide.

My Amazon wish list has been completely cleaned out. Time to fill it up again. Relative to that, my “to be read” shelve is up to thirty.

We’ve got BREAKING NEWS coming out of Hawaii. P.E. BAM woke up and went to the gym. Sources indicate that he’s going to grab lunch afterward. And in a somewhat related note, if I referred to Anderson Silva as “uber-cool,” would you think I was a fan of his?

Remember that a wise man once said…