Another round of Russian Roulette. It's a crap shoot. A roll of the dice. Will this blog get posted at all? For it to be read will I have to post it as a blog within the comments?

Will this blog occupy the coveted upper left corner? If it does how long will it remain at the top of the heap? Life is full of it's uncertainties.

I figure Niner4ever is busily researching factoids for his article on the defensive backs. Ratman too is working on his play for the most desired screen real estate on the faithful site. I'm tired of researching football factoids for my latest article. I just need to blow off some steam. Here it is.

OK, I live in the country in a real small town. It's a quiet little place. Thirty miles from one of the most violent cities in the nation is a little town of about 200 people. We have a vegetable stand in town. That is our major industry save for the two little mom and pop mini marts. The vegetable stand is a testament to our town.

The guy puts his vegatables out on the main highway in sacks with the prices marked on them. You simply take the vegetables. When you have what you need, you put the money in the cookie jar on the right side of the stand. If you need change you just leave your $20 bill and take the change out of the cookie jar. Nobody takes his vegetables either. It's my kind of town. I really like the simplicity of living here.

Despite the murder rate in the neighboring metropolitan area we crank out some pretty good football players for the NFL. Since I've lived here I've watched players in high school turn into pros in the NFL.

As a sophomore in high school Roddy White had that pro look as he scampered past his opponents. He's still doing a pretty good job of it in the pros. Newly drafted Bengals NT Carlos Dunlap used to play in the neighboring town and you could just tell he was going places. Our next export to the NFL is A J Green who's catching footballs for the Georgia Bulldogs right now. He played for the Green Wave in high school. To me our most important NFL export is CB Phillip Adams of the San Francisco Forty Niners.

I want to write an ariticle about him for the Bleacher Report but there is no info on him. In a few days I've made up my mind to traipse through the woods to the little school he went to. I might be able to dig up some facts about him but more than that some video.

Maybe I can prompt someone to put some video up on him. I've found nothing so far. I've read that in addition to the Packers being interested in him Coach Singletary has a particular interest in Phillip. That interested me but there is not much out there on him. Good luck writing about him Niner4ever. I feel your pain.

Football. It must be around the corner. Already another alligator mating season is drawing to a close here on the home front. Once again we're looking out for alligators under our cars as the news anchors tell us to.

It's warming up in the southeast and getting more humid by the day. I'm betting that the ticks are heating up cotton balls in Vegas too. Clemson has played the orange and white game. We're getting there people. Hang in there.

Here on the farm I can tell it's nearing football time. I try to get all the chores done before August because nothing gets in the way of Sunday afternoons, my remote control and my NFL Sunday ticket.

There have been many trips to plumbing hell for irrigation parts. I needed to repair a tractor induced failure on the water line for the trees that line our driveway. I was blading the driveway off and caught a lateral with a ripper tooth. Oops.

Tractor Supply has seen a fair amount of visits from us as well. This is the time when I try to get all of the fences repaired and reinforced. No way I'm going to be out fixing fence when a Niners game is on. The rest of the games I can record and watch later. It's just my dumb luck that the horses always get out on Niner day.

Speaking of Tractor Supply, a funny thing happened on the way home from a recent visit. As I said I live in a real small town in the woods. While I was driving by a house on highway 27 I saw a young woman come out of the house wearing only a towel. A car was driving up the driveway and origianally that is what caught my eye and caused me to look in that direction.

As the car approached her she opened the towel and quickly closed it. There she was. Standing there for a brief second in her birthday suit. At first I thought it was an accident. Perhaps she had forgotten that she was otuside. Then it happened again. As the car pulled up next to her she dropped the towel and ran into the house.

Each time I pass that house I look to that yard now. To my disappointment she has not been in the yard. They did put out signs of their loyalty and they are my kinfolk. The people who live there are Clemson Tiger fans.

Our town is divided. Divided like the Hatfields and the McCoys. You're either a fan of the Tigers (go Tigers) or a Cock. A gamecock that is. The only thing better than the prelims of pre-season is pre-season itself.

Buy the rooooooom. Get the TV. Buy the rooooooom. Get the TV. Buy the rooooooom. Get the TV. Last October we bought some new furniture and TV package at a furniture store downtown. Our plan was to pay if off in 6 weeks by making one third payments each paycheck. One thing led to another. Two trips to the hospital and $124,000 later we still owed for the furniture.

This past week we sealed the deal on it finally. The salesperson got her commission. She's happy. In the process of taking until forever to pay off the furniture the room store upped the anty on the size of the TV. Our original deal last year was for a 42" but this new package has a 50" plasma. 

We went into the store the other day and renegotiated our deal. We canned a couple of tables and 2 ugly lamps that we didn't want. We were able to get the upgrade on the 50" TV and even the swivel stand for it. Now I will be able to efficiently lollygag in any corner of the room while I watch football.   We're happy.  Is everybody happy?  (I think Rrydr will come up with correct reference for that obscure remark).