The bloggers' football teams are a combined 1-3 after the opening weekend. Is this a sign of things to come? Yeah, probably. Den, did you happen to see the Cuse/UNC game on Saturday? It wasn't televised up here, but it seemed like a pretty awesome game from the score and stats. I know the outcome wasn't what you would have liked, but exciting nonetheless. As for fans in Bengaldom, their sheer stupidity goes along with the ineptness of the team the past decade. I've been hearing some fans wanted coach Lewis to put in Palmer because Kitna was awful, but Palmer wasn't even active. He's not going to play until their season is officially over, like after 8 games or so maybe, when they'll be 2-6 or 1-7. The team itself is the same old story. They get down by 20 points in the first half, and the game is over, because their offense doesn't know how to win a game. Pathetic.

I got a Hey Mercedes poster in the mail today for their new album, but I don't know why. I'm not complaining though... Where's Kevin when you need him? I'm actually listening to an old Everclear cd right now. Well, here's the next part of my story:



I quietly scaled the stairs and slipped into my room. I grasped a business card and dialed Andy’s uncle. I whispered to him that I suspected the killer to be in my house. Corey must have heard the phone click down because he came running into my room to see whom I was talking to. I said nobody. I lied. He knew I lied. He looked at me funny. I asked him how the chicken was coming along. He said good, but he cut his finger again. He always cut his finger. He was careless. He just stood there, holding the knife tightly, looking at me in puzzlement.

Boom! The front door collapsed. The police barreled into my room and whisked Corey away in cuffs. They had saved me for now. Andy’s uncle comforted me and told me everything would be OK now. I know. Two of my best friends were murdered, and I stopped him from killing again.