Hi Gang! The first full-blown college football weekend starts Aug. 30.
Good food and drink are staples of a great football buffet.
We're going to get you started with two recipes! Send your favorite football season recipe in and we will get it on the blog.
The blog dip is from Brittian Anderson. Britt is an Ole Miss grad and can explain what the term "Hotty Toddy" means. "Hotty Toddy" is what Ole Miss fans say to each other when they passing each other, want food, want drink, going into the game, leaving the game, pulling up, driving home, or at the births of any future Ole Miss fans.
GROVE DIP by Ole Miss alum and two-time degreed Brittian Anderson.
2 cans of Mexicorn, drained
3/4 of a bag of shredded mild cheddar cheese
3/4 of a bag of shredded sharp cheddar cheese
1 tbsp. of lemon juice
1 tbsp. of Cajun seasoning (like Tony Chachere's Cajun Seasoning)
3-4 tbsp. of chopped jalapeños
4-5 tbsp. of sour cream
Sprinkle chives on top.
Serve with Fritos Scoops
Britt didn't recommend this but I suspect yor favorite drink works with this whether it has a serious kick or not!
Greg's Jambalaya.
2 pounds of Raw Shrimp, Chicken Filets, Smoked Sausage.
2 cups of Converted Rice.
Two Cans of French Onion Soup
Two Cans of Cream of Celery
One Can of Rotels ( I like Spicy Rotels)
One Large Bulb Onion
One Large Green Bell Pepper
One Large Red Bell Pepper
One Large Orange Bell Pepper
1/2 Cup Green Onions Chopped
Two Bottles of Dark Beer
One Large Pan-Big Enough To Hold Very Large Turkey (12-14 lb. Turkey. That's a reference point for size at the grocery store.)
Peel shrimp. Cut chicken into cubes and slice the sausage. Cut the chicken and sausage into consistent sizes so it cooks evenly.
Evenly distribute the shrimp, chicken, and sausage into the pan.
Pour French Onion, Soup, Cream of Celery Soup, and Rotels into pan and stir evenly with shrimp, chicken, and sausage.
Spread the two cups of rice evenly through pan.
Chop all peppers and onion as much as your patience will allow.
This will make a big heavy pan of food. Take a large spoon. Wooden spoon is better cause it won't tear the food.
Gently stir and evenly distribute the food in the pan.
Take one dark beer. Guinness is good. Evenly pour over pan.
Take aluminum foil. Tightly cover the food.
Preheat oven to 375.
Cook for 75-80 Minutes.
Drink 2nd Dark Beer.
Take it out. Loosen the Foil.
Cook For another 15 Minutes.
Take out of oven.
Sample one of the chicken cubes you cut. If those are done. It's good to go.
Feeds 12 people. You will probably have plenty left over
Email your recipes to news.department@whnt.com
Thanks...Greg.
Friday, August 29, 2008
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Getting On A Plane
I would just as soon have a colonscopy as get on a plane and fly anywhere.
That's a problem since my wife defines quality of life as how many times you fly to England in a year. Not my idea of fun. Heading to a country where a shallow gene pool of dunces gets the royal treatment does not foster optimism upon landing.
Flying to England. The only good thing about flying to England is they hate the French as much as we do. Plus the Euro is killing us right now and looks to be that way until either Chelsea or Jeb is in the White House.
It's getting nasty on airplanes. Pilots and flight attendants make DMV workers look downright Amish.
Mean. Nasty. Get on this plane now and shut up.
We're flying you to Disney Freakin' World. What more do you want? Tell your little pinhead son to sit down or I will call the tower and them he made a terrorist threat and I will park this damn plane. I don't care about your Orlando reservations!
When I do fly, I always say please and thank you to the flight staff. Rationalization it is. If they have to pick someone to throw off the plane at 37,000 feet, maybe it won't be me.
But I can't imagine working for an airline these days. Dealing with a general public that made reality TV shows...well...an unfortunate reality must be miserable.
Being rude is not unusual behavior these days. It's a birthright.
Flight attendants and pilots try to make the herd follow rules they didn't make.
It doesn't matter if you want to use your cell phone on a flight. The rule is you can't. The plane is landing. Sit your butt down. Yelling at the flight attendant won't help and will in fact get you kicked off.
Making the decision to drink nine beers before you go to the gate isn't the flight attendant's fault. Screaming "HEY YOUFF CANNNNNN NOT CAANAAAAAAAANCELL MY FLIGHTS I HAVE OREEEOLES TIZZEKETS TO TONIGHTS GAME" will not get you anywhere.
After much research, and not admitting to personal work, I have come to the conclusion that screaming when you are drunk is like revving your engine behind a police officer at a red light. You just draw attention to yourself that might be a bad idea.
Dealing with the public. The customer is always right. That might be old-school Mayberry now. In many arenas, like airports, the public now is loud. And arrogant. And abrasive. And just an expert on everything.
It's the world we're swimming in right now. A guy who listens to Rush all day isn't going to take any crap from a silly attendant telling him to sit down because 900 people are in front of him. Especially the guy who just bought the family vacation at The Grand Floridian in Orlando.
I'm not worried a baby crying on a plane. I worry about adults acting like babies
before, during, and after the flight.
The smartest thing I've ever seen on an office wall said STOP WHINING.
The same applies in airports. They're doing the best they possible can with rules that politicians make. Also, the attendants and pilot are following airline rules made to maximize profits, Not put passenger comfort or mental health at the top of the list. Not even the top 100 of the list.
When yo go to the airport, take a deep breath. Chill. Like life, your next airport excursion might be a long one.
That's a problem since my wife defines quality of life as how many times you fly to England in a year. Not my idea of fun. Heading to a country where a shallow gene pool of dunces gets the royal treatment does not foster optimism upon landing.
Flying to England. The only good thing about flying to England is they hate the French as much as we do. Plus the Euro is killing us right now and looks to be that way until either Chelsea or Jeb is in the White House.
It's getting nasty on airplanes. Pilots and flight attendants make DMV workers look downright Amish.
Mean. Nasty. Get on this plane now and shut up.
We're flying you to Disney Freakin' World. What more do you want? Tell your little pinhead son to sit down or I will call the tower and them he made a terrorist threat and I will park this damn plane. I don't care about your Orlando reservations!
When I do fly, I always say please and thank you to the flight staff. Rationalization it is. If they have to pick someone to throw off the plane at 37,000 feet, maybe it won't be me.
But I can't imagine working for an airline these days. Dealing with a general public that made reality TV shows...well...an unfortunate reality must be miserable.
Being rude is not unusual behavior these days. It's a birthright.
Flight attendants and pilots try to make the herd follow rules they didn't make.
It doesn't matter if you want to use your cell phone on a flight. The rule is you can't. The plane is landing. Sit your butt down. Yelling at the flight attendant won't help and will in fact get you kicked off.
Making the decision to drink nine beers before you go to the gate isn't the flight attendant's fault. Screaming "HEY YOUFF CANNNNNN NOT CAANAAAAAAAANCELL MY FLIGHTS I HAVE OREEEOLES TIZZEKETS TO TONIGHTS GAME" will not get you anywhere.
After much research, and not admitting to personal work, I have come to the conclusion that screaming when you are drunk is like revving your engine behind a police officer at a red light. You just draw attention to yourself that might be a bad idea.
Dealing with the public. The customer is always right. That might be old-school Mayberry now. In many arenas, like airports, the public now is loud. And arrogant. And abrasive. And just an expert on everything.
It's the world we're swimming in right now. A guy who listens to Rush all day isn't going to take any crap from a silly attendant telling him to sit down because 900 people are in front of him. Especially the guy who just bought the family vacation at The Grand Floridian in Orlando.
I'm not worried a baby crying on a plane. I worry about adults acting like babies
before, during, and after the flight.
The smartest thing I've ever seen on an office wall said STOP WHINING.
The same applies in airports. They're doing the best they possible can with rules that politicians make. Also, the attendants and pilot are following airline rules made to maximize profits, Not put passenger comfort or mental health at the top of the list. Not even the top 100 of the list.
When yo go to the airport, take a deep breath. Chill. Like life, your next airport excursion might be a long one.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Summer Thoughts
I'm a little slow today. Actually a lot slow.
It's hot and as usual, I'm under-caffeienated and sleep deprived.
So, rather than write my usual Shakespeare...here is what's been crossing my mind lately.
How nasty will the email get from those send out all the crap about presidential candidates?
*If all that email is true, should we tell someone that Barack is really a terrorist and McCain has a screw loose from his days as a prisoner in Vietnam?
*Do the people that send those emails have a job or are they sitting in their respect campaign headquarters?
*Is Britney taking her medication as prescribed?
*Is there a dumpster around that if you had to make an emergency bathroom stop that doesn't have a surveillance camera pointed at it?
*I'm going to miss Tim Russert.
*I can't wait to watch another classic movie with young Kathryn. Last week,
it was "How Green Was My Valley" and this week it's "The Best Years of Our Lives."
*I want to give a commencement address.
*NASCAR has an excitement problem. The best automobile race on the planet is when the IRL race goes to Texas.
*I will finish my book. Soon.
*What kind of world will kids walk into in 20 years?
*The older I get the less smart I become. Just ask any kid that knows me.
More coming.
G-Dog
It's hot and as usual, I'm under-caffeienated and sleep deprived.
So, rather than write my usual Shakespeare...here is what's been crossing my mind lately.
How nasty will the email get from those send out all the crap about presidential candidates?
*If all that email is true, should we tell someone that Barack is really a terrorist and McCain has a screw loose from his days as a prisoner in Vietnam?
*Do the people that send those emails have a job or are they sitting in their respect campaign headquarters?
*Is Britney taking her medication as prescribed?
*Is there a dumpster around that if you had to make an emergency bathroom stop that doesn't have a surveillance camera pointed at it?
*I'm going to miss Tim Russert.
*I can't wait to watch another classic movie with young Kathryn. Last week,
it was "How Green Was My Valley" and this week it's "The Best Years of Our Lives."
*I want to give a commencement address.
*NASCAR has an excitement problem. The best automobile race on the planet is when the IRL race goes to Texas.
*I will finish my book. Soon.
*What kind of world will kids walk into in 20 years?
*The older I get the less smart I become. Just ask any kid that knows me.
More coming.
G-Dog
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
A Visit From Corporate
April 30, 2008
Attention: WHNT Staff
Regarding: Visit From Corporate
Staff:
By and large, the visit by our leaders at the corporate office went pretty well.
They were very complimentary of the work we do here at WHNT, and are very optimistic
about the performance of our sales and news department.
They were very skillful at offering constructive feedback on how we can reach our personal and professional goals. We're splitting some very fine hairs here. You, as a staff do great work, and in many cases, the move from great to creating a new
standard is the hardest improvement in our work environment.
However....
There are some things we need to keep in mind. While I appreciate the enthusiasm
of the staff, there are some eccentricities that need to be addressed which can be a detriment to our performing at a high level.
For example....
*The folks at corporate paid for our brand new hardwood (laminate) floors. They were very surprised to watch the production department skateboard races. Does the production department really do this every Monday and Wednesday at 1pm?
*The corporate vice-president has a sense of humor. But after being asked "Hey, can I wire up the digital channel to my bedroom? That is where the magic really happens" 32 times, the novelty wears off.
*Anchors-I know that it's an old joke to say "Hey, I'm Jerry Hayes and I'm wearing no pants" while on the anchor desk. Please, in the future, wear pants during the news. I thought you were just kidding.
*The newsroom does not have a two-drink minimum.
The sign stating such has been taken down.
*Meterologists-Please, under no circumstance,
use the weather computers to play Grand Theft Auto 4.
*Corporate News Director's Jacket-Never tell the corporate news director that somewhere there is a horse with no blanket if you don't like his jacket.
It cost more than you make in 3 weeks.
Especially if you aren't working here anymore.
*News Vans-I don't care if you finished 2nd in the Late Model Sportsmen Division.
Skylink is not to be raced at the Huntsville Speedway.
*Reenacting your favorite episode of Andy Griffith
is not a good use of time between the 6 and 10pm news.
*Crime Reporters-Don't end your story with
"DON'T MAKE ME COME TO YOUR HOUSE!"
*Letterman-Don't call the Letterman office and ask how wide the gap is between his front teeth.
Thank you for your attention in this matter.
WHNT Management
Attention: WHNT Staff
Regarding: Visit From Corporate
Staff:
By and large, the visit by our leaders at the corporate office went pretty well.
They were very complimentary of the work we do here at WHNT, and are very optimistic
about the performance of our sales and news department.
They were very skillful at offering constructive feedback on how we can reach our personal and professional goals. We're splitting some very fine hairs here. You, as a staff do great work, and in many cases, the move from great to creating a new
standard is the hardest improvement in our work environment.
However....
There are some things we need to keep in mind. While I appreciate the enthusiasm
of the staff, there are some eccentricities that need to be addressed which can be a detriment to our performing at a high level.
For example....
*The folks at corporate paid for our brand new hardwood (laminate) floors. They were very surprised to watch the production department skateboard races. Does the production department really do this every Monday and Wednesday at 1pm?
*The corporate vice-president has a sense of humor. But after being asked "Hey, can I wire up the digital channel to my bedroom? That is where the magic really happens" 32 times, the novelty wears off.
*Anchors-I know that it's an old joke to say "Hey, I'm Jerry Hayes and I'm wearing no pants" while on the anchor desk. Please, in the future, wear pants during the news. I thought you were just kidding.
*The newsroom does not have a two-drink minimum.
The sign stating such has been taken down.
*Meterologists-Please, under no circumstance,
use the weather computers to play Grand Theft Auto 4.
*Corporate News Director's Jacket-Never tell the corporate news director that somewhere there is a horse with no blanket if you don't like his jacket.
It cost more than you make in 3 weeks.
Especially if you aren't working here anymore.
*News Vans-I don't care if you finished 2nd in the Late Model Sportsmen Division.
Skylink is not to be raced at the Huntsville Speedway.
*Reenacting your favorite episode of Andy Griffith
is not a good use of time between the 6 and 10pm news.
*Crime Reporters-Don't end your story with
"DON'T MAKE ME COME TO YOUR HOUSE!"
*Letterman-Don't call the Letterman office and ask how wide the gap is between his front teeth.
Thank you for your attention in this matter.
WHNT Management
Monday, February 25, 2008
When Did I Switch Sides?
I didn't really want to go to breakfast but did. Eggs Benedict and
bloody marys were to good to turn down. Especially in Oxford, Mississippi.
Periodically, I go there to channel William Faulkner but most of the time it turns out to be my Uncle Jack Daniels. A favorite bed-and-breakfast.
A way to clear my head from the newsroom.
Breakfast went as smooth as it could until a seasoned group of travellers joined us.
Eating with people I don't know early in the morning...with a headache...is not something I do well. But in the course of conversation, I made an observation about
SEC football. Something about I wish Mississippi could step up and compete against the big boys like Tennessee and Florida. But I didn't think they could.
Maybe we could help them? Let them annex a county or two out ot Florida?
Out of the blue, a retired minister's wife, a pleasant woman wearing her Sunday best leaned over and said "well son, you sound like a democrat. That's what they do.
They try and make everyone all the same. Like one of those news people.
Always talking on the news about some guy that wants somebody to give something to him. I hate those people."
Sounds like an Alabama fan actually. But I digress.
My wife, who was already on her second bloody mary at 9:15 in the morning, started laughing and said "Hey Tvboy, tell her what you do for a living!"
Had to kill my bloody mary first and then pour a second.
I leaned in. Spoke softly so all would strain to hear.
"I'm a reporter. A member of the liberal news media. And every single day I
try to tear this country down brick by brick."
Needless to say. Breakfast was over.
Being from the painfully polite upper crust of Jackson, Mississippi, the woman said
"you have a blessed day."
Thanking them I stood up wished them well, and said "You kind people are welcome to join us at Ajax for lunch. But first we have to go to an ACLU meeting. Maybe we will see you at the Hillary Clinton book-signing at Square Books later today."
The evil liberal media.
On Sunday, I changed sides and didn't know it. I'm now apparently on the side of the vast right-wing conservative conspiracy.
Sunday, Feb. 24, we were scheduled to air the CBS 60 Minutes story about the prosecution of Don Siegelman. But right as the show started, we lost the feed and missed the first eight minutes.
The show featured a republican attorney who says Karl Rove asked her to spy on Siegelman, and also that the former governor was prosecuted for being a democrat in a republican state.
A technical problem. A glitch. A screwup. A mistake.
But all those open-minded people are now cursing, threatening, and and berating us. They think we're part of the republican-conspiracy to keep Siegelman in jail.
Today, I have been physically threatened. Another e-mailer says we will "get what is coming to us."
Other call us pigs, say we should be ashamed, one says his life goal is to screw us, and yet another wants us to die.
Nothing like calm political discourse. Our little technical problem is a microcosm of the country in which we live.
People make up their mind regardless of the facts. Don't confuse me with the truth.
I, seemingly, chosen a side in the republican and democratic debate. A bitter and hateful fight that is getting worse every day. It's about who is good and bad, and not who is right or wrong.
Now after so many years in the liberal media, I guess I can bask in the republican wading pool. Can I go back and forth? When the republicans run out of those white wedding cookies, can I go back to the democratic pool for oatmeal?
I've voted for democrats in my life. I've voted for republicans.
I make up my own mind. I don't vote one way or another because someone like Rush or Olbermann tells me their version of reality.
I can find and manipulate the Charmin without their help. I can also make my own mind up about conspiracy theories and the one that suggests we deliberately fouled up the CBS feed is just dead wrong.
If you have a reasoned and thoughtful opinion, I will talk and debate with you.
Curse and threaten me, scare my co-workers, and call so you can scream...then just listen to this sound....
Delete
Delete
Delete
Delete....
bloody marys were to good to turn down. Especially in Oxford, Mississippi.
Periodically, I go there to channel William Faulkner but most of the time it turns out to be my Uncle Jack Daniels. A favorite bed-and-breakfast.
A way to clear my head from the newsroom.
Breakfast went as smooth as it could until a seasoned group of travellers joined us.
Eating with people I don't know early in the morning...with a headache...is not something I do well. But in the course of conversation, I made an observation about
SEC football. Something about I wish Mississippi could step up and compete against the big boys like Tennessee and Florida. But I didn't think they could.
Maybe we could help them? Let them annex a county or two out ot Florida?
Out of the blue, a retired minister's wife, a pleasant woman wearing her Sunday best leaned over and said "well son, you sound like a democrat. That's what they do.
They try and make everyone all the same. Like one of those news people.
Always talking on the news about some guy that wants somebody to give something to him. I hate those people."
Sounds like an Alabama fan actually. But I digress.
My wife, who was already on her second bloody mary at 9:15 in the morning, started laughing and said "Hey Tvboy, tell her what you do for a living!"
Had to kill my bloody mary first and then pour a second.
I leaned in. Spoke softly so all would strain to hear.
"I'm a reporter. A member of the liberal news media. And every single day I
try to tear this country down brick by brick."
Needless to say. Breakfast was over.
Being from the painfully polite upper crust of Jackson, Mississippi, the woman said
"you have a blessed day."
Thanking them I stood up wished them well, and said "You kind people are welcome to join us at Ajax for lunch. But first we have to go to an ACLU meeting. Maybe we will see you at the Hillary Clinton book-signing at Square Books later today."
The evil liberal media.
On Sunday, I changed sides and didn't know it. I'm now apparently on the side of the vast right-wing conservative conspiracy.
Sunday, Feb. 24, we were scheduled to air the CBS 60 Minutes story about the prosecution of Don Siegelman. But right as the show started, we lost the feed and missed the first eight minutes.
The show featured a republican attorney who says Karl Rove asked her to spy on Siegelman, and also that the former governor was prosecuted for being a democrat in a republican state.
A technical problem. A glitch. A screwup. A mistake.
But all those open-minded people are now cursing, threatening, and and berating us. They think we're part of the republican-conspiracy to keep Siegelman in jail.
Today, I have been physically threatened. Another e-mailer says we will "get what is coming to us."
Other call us pigs, say we should be ashamed, one says his life goal is to screw us, and yet another wants us to die.
Nothing like calm political discourse. Our little technical problem is a microcosm of the country in which we live.
People make up their mind regardless of the facts. Don't confuse me with the truth.
I, seemingly, chosen a side in the republican and democratic debate. A bitter and hateful fight that is getting worse every day. It's about who is good and bad, and not who is right or wrong.
Now after so many years in the liberal media, I guess I can bask in the republican wading pool. Can I go back and forth? When the republicans run out of those white wedding cookies, can I go back to the democratic pool for oatmeal?
I've voted for democrats in my life. I've voted for republicans.
I make up my own mind. I don't vote one way or another because someone like Rush or Olbermann tells me their version of reality.
I can find and manipulate the Charmin without their help. I can also make my own mind up about conspiracy theories and the one that suggests we deliberately fouled up the CBS feed is just dead wrong.
If you have a reasoned and thoughtful opinion, I will talk and debate with you.
Curse and threaten me, scare my co-workers, and call so you can scream...then just listen to this sound....
Delete
Delete
Delete
Delete....
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Did The War End?
I must have missed it. Did the war end? Where was I when we killed all the terrorists? The brave men and women are home?
Is the economy back on track? Is the mortgage crunch over? Are people able to stay in their homes now? I must have missed it when the every business and homeplace started hitting on all cylinders again.
Our schools? All problems in our schools are solved? I was asleep at the wheel apparently when every T was crossed and every I was dotted.
Is the presidential race on hiatus? Did Hillary and Barack take a break and go shopping? I missed it? Did McCain, Huckabee, Romney, and that Ron Paul guy whose fans keep calling and e-mailing go for a foursome at the local golf course? I missed it?
Is every problem in America solved? The quality of our life can't be improved in any way?
It must be. Cause when i turned on CBS, NBC, ABC, CNN, MSNBC, Fox, and every other damn national news outlet this morning, all I saw was Britney Spears. Every news story has been advanced, fine-tuned, discussed, and analyzed in its entirety to the point that huge blocks of time and resources are now given to...Britney freakin' Spears.
Britney is going to the hospital. Britney has been to the hospital many times. I think its news when Britney doesn't go the hospital. In fact, in a week or so, when the current Britney drama is over, this should be the lead story: "World is good! Britney didn't go to the hospital."
Here is the short version of today's event in case you missed it.
Britney has an issue in the middle of the night.
Someone called an ambulance.
Ambulance picks her up.
Ambulance takes her to the hospital.
Britney admitted.
No confirmination of Dr. Phil being there....wait, He is on CBS morning show making a case that he did the right thing visited Britney the last time she was in the hospital.
(It's purely coincidental that Dr. Phil has a talk-show and the forklift that carries that monsterous ego parked at the hospital to help "Her Cajuness."
See: www.opportunisticgasbag.com
If you want the long version, go to any network morning news show when it comes to Britney. When it comes to the coverage of human debris slowing floating, sinking, and dying in the quicksand of life and culture, thank God we have every single movement, inside her body and out, covered to the nth degree.
It's embarrassing. The atom-by-atom disintegration of a celebrity now passes as important news. Call me when these people quit self-destructing. It was Anna Nicole yesterday. It's Britney today. And tomorrow's dysfunctional, socially maladjusted, trainwreck mega-star is just waiting in the wings of the next pathetic duo called celebrity parents to shove him/her/it on page one and into blazing glory. Some people have cattle. Celebrity parents have children.
And while they are waiting....plenty of airtime and column space will be waiting on them.
By the way, there are six people left in Presidential race, home foreclosures are up 75%, and almost 4,000 U.S. troops have died in a conflict that has lasted longer the World War Two.
Wonder when Britney is going home?
Is the economy back on track? Is the mortgage crunch over? Are people able to stay in their homes now? I must have missed it when the every business and homeplace started hitting on all cylinders again.
Our schools? All problems in our schools are solved? I was asleep at the wheel apparently when every T was crossed and every I was dotted.
Is the presidential race on hiatus? Did Hillary and Barack take a break and go shopping? I missed it? Did McCain, Huckabee, Romney, and that Ron Paul guy whose fans keep calling and e-mailing go for a foursome at the local golf course? I missed it?
Is every problem in America solved? The quality of our life can't be improved in any way?
It must be. Cause when i turned on CBS, NBC, ABC, CNN, MSNBC, Fox, and every other damn national news outlet this morning, all I saw was Britney Spears. Every news story has been advanced, fine-tuned, discussed, and analyzed in its entirety to the point that huge blocks of time and resources are now given to...Britney freakin' Spears.
Britney is going to the hospital. Britney has been to the hospital many times. I think its news when Britney doesn't go the hospital. In fact, in a week or so, when the current Britney drama is over, this should be the lead story: "World is good! Britney didn't go to the hospital."
Here is the short version of today's event in case you missed it.
Britney has an issue in the middle of the night.
Someone called an ambulance.
Ambulance picks her up.
Ambulance takes her to the hospital.
Britney admitted.
No confirmination of Dr. Phil being there....wait, He is on CBS morning show making a case that he did the right thing visited Britney the last time she was in the hospital.
(It's purely coincidental that Dr. Phil has a talk-show and the forklift that carries that monsterous ego parked at the hospital to help "Her Cajuness."
See: www.opportunisticgasbag.com
If you want the long version, go to any network morning news show when it comes to Britney. When it comes to the coverage of human debris slowing floating, sinking, and dying in the quicksand of life and culture, thank God we have every single movement, inside her body and out, covered to the nth degree.
It's embarrassing. The atom-by-atom disintegration of a celebrity now passes as important news. Call me when these people quit self-destructing. It was Anna Nicole yesterday. It's Britney today. And tomorrow's dysfunctional, socially maladjusted, trainwreck mega-star is just waiting in the wings of the next pathetic duo called celebrity parents to shove him/her/it on page one and into blazing glory. Some people have cattle. Celebrity parents have children.
And while they are waiting....plenty of airtime and column space will be waiting on them.
By the way, there are six people left in Presidential race, home foreclosures are up 75%, and almost 4,000 U.S. troops have died in a conflict that has lasted longer the World War Two.
Wonder when Britney is going home?
Monday, January 7, 2008
Sanchez Recruitment Signals Change in 2018.
Josele Sanchez can fly. He runs the 40 in 4.12 consistently.
He can throw a football 80 yards on a tight spiral while down on one knee.
4.0 GPA. Wants to go pre-med.
Alabama and Auburn want him badly. But they have competition.
USC, Ohio State, Florida, Michigan, and Oklahoma want him as well.
Josele however is committed to staying in the state of Alabama.
His mother and father run a Hispanic restaurant in Albertville and are in bad health.
They are illegal aliens. Their restaurant used to get burned out fairly regularly.
But that stopped when Josele started playing football and everyone realized how great he could be wearing either crimson or orange and blue.
No one can prove if Josele is an illegal alien or not.
"She was literally standing in the Rio Grande River when her water broke. The border guards were chasing her and she was trying to give birth to me. She literally had me while she was standing in the water.
They couldn't decide where she was standing when she gave birth so they gave her the benefit of the doubt and let me be an U.S. citizen."
Josele's father was sent back to Mexico, but immigration agents let mom stay with the baby.
After 48 hours in the hospital, she sneaked out with little Josele and headed to Alabama where her sister lived. His father made his way back to the U.S. and Alabama a few years later. It didn't take long for the future football star to find out what the locals thought of immigrants...legal or illegal.
"I didn't realize how much people hated us. But I went to a public hearing at Huntsville's Art Museum when I was 8. People shouted at my father when he wanted to speak. They shouted him down and called us names when we left. All he wanted to do was say he wanted a chance to work hard, and he wouldn't let them down."
Ten years later, they still call Josele names. But now it's franchise, blue-chip, and savior.
As little Josele became big Josele...6'6" and 230 pounds, the community wall of hatred towards
illegal immigrants and Hispanics changed mightily.
"I didn't care what country he was birthed in cause that boy could throw a football. Thanks to him we won two state championship here. Hell yeah, we love diversity now."
The mayor of Albertville, Sconley Hoggins, doesn't care about illegal immigrants. His boy "Little Sconley" coached Josele to those two state championships.
"Thanks to Josie, my boy got an offensive coordinator at Arkansas. He is in charge of recruiting any athletes that come out of Rio Grande."
Alabama and Auburn are locked in a heated battle to get Josele. But his legacy may not be as a football players. State legislators who are Auburn and Alabama graduates are involved.
Jeremiah Dinanhouse is a Republican from Andalusia. He wants Josele real bad.
"If he will go to Alabama, I will get a bill passed that will give illegal immigrants amnesty if they
pledge to support the Crimson Tide. I would love to see Josele's parents with the burrito
concessions at Saban-Bryant-Denny Stadium and also would love to see them get permanent amnesty."
Alvin Sampler, a Democrat from Gadsden and an Auburn fan, wants to see Josele in orange and blue.
"That damn Dinanhouse won't steal my boy. I have always supported the Hispanic athlete's right to better himself in Lee County. He will be more at home here in Lee County cause it's so hot here. "
And Sampler has legislation of his own to entice Josele Sanchez to wear the orange and blue.
"My bill would let illegal Hispanic immigrants work in the Auburn athletic department and if they did that I know they would be more than happy to sign up their kids to play football
at Tuberville-Jordan-Hare."
Signing day is soon. The son of illegal immigrants will pick who he is doing play football for, or more importantly, against.
For now, everyone is the state is feeling warm and fuzzy as dreams of Hispanic athletes dance in their heads. Excited about a pipeline of great athletes from Guadalajara. No need for those
world class athletes to play soccer when they could play football.
War Eagle or Roll Tide. Roll Tide or War Eagle.
Josele Sanchez will pick a side soon.
His parents picked a side. Standing in the middle of a the Rio Grande giving birth, Josele's mom was headed to the state of Alabama.
State football fans are glad she did.
He can throw a football 80 yards on a tight spiral while down on one knee.
4.0 GPA. Wants to go pre-med.
Alabama and Auburn want him badly. But they have competition.
USC, Ohio State, Florida, Michigan, and Oklahoma want him as well.
Josele however is committed to staying in the state of Alabama.
His mother and father run a Hispanic restaurant in Albertville and are in bad health.
They are illegal aliens. Their restaurant used to get burned out fairly regularly.
But that stopped when Josele started playing football and everyone realized how great he could be wearing either crimson or orange and blue.
No one can prove if Josele is an illegal alien or not.
"She was literally standing in the Rio Grande River when her water broke. The border guards were chasing her and she was trying to give birth to me. She literally had me while she was standing in the water.
They couldn't decide where she was standing when she gave birth so they gave her the benefit of the doubt and let me be an U.S. citizen."
Josele's father was sent back to Mexico, but immigration agents let mom stay with the baby.
After 48 hours in the hospital, she sneaked out with little Josele and headed to Alabama where her sister lived. His father made his way back to the U.S. and Alabama a few years later. It didn't take long for the future football star to find out what the locals thought of immigrants...legal or illegal.
"I didn't realize how much people hated us. But I went to a public hearing at Huntsville's Art Museum when I was 8. People shouted at my father when he wanted to speak. They shouted him down and called us names when we left. All he wanted to do was say he wanted a chance to work hard, and he wouldn't let them down."
Ten years later, they still call Josele names. But now it's franchise, blue-chip, and savior.
As little Josele became big Josele...6'6" and 230 pounds, the community wall of hatred towards
illegal immigrants and Hispanics changed mightily.
"I didn't care what country he was birthed in cause that boy could throw a football. Thanks to him we won two state championship here. Hell yeah, we love diversity now."
The mayor of Albertville, Sconley Hoggins, doesn't care about illegal immigrants. His boy "Little Sconley" coached Josele to those two state championships.
"Thanks to Josie, my boy got an offensive coordinator at Arkansas. He is in charge of recruiting any athletes that come out of Rio Grande."
Alabama and Auburn are locked in a heated battle to get Josele. But his legacy may not be as a football players. State legislators who are Auburn and Alabama graduates are involved.
Jeremiah Dinanhouse is a Republican from Andalusia. He wants Josele real bad.
"If he will go to Alabama, I will get a bill passed that will give illegal immigrants amnesty if they
pledge to support the Crimson Tide. I would love to see Josele's parents with the burrito
concessions at Saban-Bryant-Denny Stadium and also would love to see them get permanent amnesty."
Alvin Sampler, a Democrat from Gadsden and an Auburn fan, wants to see Josele in orange and blue.
"That damn Dinanhouse won't steal my boy. I have always supported the Hispanic athlete's right to better himself in Lee County. He will be more at home here in Lee County cause it's so hot here. "
And Sampler has legislation of his own to entice Josele Sanchez to wear the orange and blue.
"My bill would let illegal Hispanic immigrants work in the Auburn athletic department and if they did that I know they would be more than happy to sign up their kids to play football
at Tuberville-Jordan-Hare."
Signing day is soon. The son of illegal immigrants will pick who he is doing play football for, or more importantly, against.
For now, everyone is the state is feeling warm and fuzzy as dreams of Hispanic athletes dance in their heads. Excited about a pipeline of great athletes from Guadalajara. No need for those
world class athletes to play soccer when they could play football.
War Eagle or Roll Tide. Roll Tide or War Eagle.
Josele Sanchez will pick a side soon.
His parents picked a side. Standing in the middle of a the Rio Grande giving birth, Josele's mom was headed to the state of Alabama.
State football fans are glad she did.
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