Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
Good Weekend
Since wins have been hard to come by recently, this weekend's results are definitely worth posting...
Believe it or not, Buffalo's sports teams went undefeated! That right...
Bills won 13-3 over the Jets and are almost back in the wildcard picture!
Bulls won 26-10 over Akron and are leading the battle for a birth in the MAC title game!
Sabres won (2x) to get back to .500!
And for Justin...
BC beat Virgina Tech in dramatic fashion and remains ranked No. 2 in the country
...and the Red Socks won the World Series.
Hmm.
Believe it or not, Buffalo's sports teams went undefeated! That right...
Bills won 13-3 over the Jets and are almost back in the wildcard picture!
Bulls won 26-10 over Akron and are leading the battle for a birth in the MAC title game!
Sabres won (2x) to get back to .500!
And for Justin...
BC beat Virgina Tech in dramatic fashion and remains ranked No. 2 in the country
...and the Red Socks won the World Series.
Hmm.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Monday, October 22, 2007
Polish Humor
An elderly Polish man lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies of impending death. He suddenly smelled the familiar aroma of his favorite pierogi with fried onions wafting up the stairs. He gathered his remaining strength and lifted himself from the bed. Gripping the railing with both hands, he crawled downstairs.
Downstairs, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen, where if not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven, for there, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table were hundreds of his favorite pierogi.
Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love from his wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man? He threw himself towards the table, landing on his knees in a crumpled posture. His parched lips parted, the wondrous taste of the pierogi was already in his mouth. He gathered his last ounce of strength and with a trembling hand he reached up to the edge of the table, when suddenly he was smacked with a wooden spoon by his wife.
"Back off!" she said. "Those are for the funeral."
Downstairs, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen, where if not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven, for there, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table were hundreds of his favorite pierogi.
Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love from his wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man? He threw himself towards the table, landing on his knees in a crumpled posture. His parched lips parted, the wondrous taste of the pierogi was already in his mouth. He gathered his last ounce of strength and with a trembling hand he reached up to the edge of the table, when suddenly he was smacked with a wooden spoon by his wife."Back off!" she said. "Those are for the funeral."
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
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