I am supposed to be funny. Sometimes that comes to me in question form: “Aren’t you supposed to be funny?”
But on this, the day of the greatest birth mankind has ever known, I want to take a break from being the most humorous writer you have ever known.
This is a day for gifts. There are all kinds of gifts.
My lovely and talented wife and I love to give and receive experiential gifts. That’s why we can be found at Lakewood 12 AMC Theaters today. We will be watching three movies and eating movie food until 1:00 a.m. tomorrow morning.
But, in many ways, 2014 has been a gift in and of itself. I have, for the most part, my health (credit my nutritional regimen listed above); I have the aforementioned Mrs.:
I also have children who care enough to join me for the last movie tonight, and grandchildren who are too polite (and/or too young) to say, “I don’t want to go see Grandpa. He has wrinkles and smells like death.”
And last but certainly not least, I have friends who share my passion for sports in general, and the Oregon Ducks in particular.
I am truly blessed.
So, for one week and one week only, I have nothing snarky to say about Washington State or Oregon State. I won’t say a word about the Tallahassee, Florida, police department.
And I won’t take even one shot at my friend, who has a man crush on Johnny Manziel.
Merry Christmas, everyone! Go Ducks!
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