Fantasy Football.....well, not really.....

OK....I am regularly treated to overhearing conversations at work, predominately from men, about Fantasy Football. While I get the general gist of it, I could really care less in the bottom line. The latest conversation did perk my ears up when I overheard someone discussing their players and who they played with and who those chose to leave out......how they performed, etc.

Then it hit me....(mind you, I'm usually a day late and a dollar short)....why not women having a Fantasy Fantasy Game in play? I can just hear the watercooler dribble now.......

"Well, last night, I put Russell Crowe into play, but he was really off his game, so I canned him and threw in George (yes, Clooney)......Whew..did that man score or not..not only did he have game, but baby, he played it!"

"Well, after reviewing the stats, I picked up Leonardo, but felt compelled to also choose Denzel.......I got Tom thrown in for free........none of them met my expectations........but, I'm still in the top % of winners....."

Hummm.....why not the ladies choose their Fantasy "Fantasy" Teams and a good time in their own rights..........it's easy, free and thinking and dreaming are both inexpensive.

It's like a tee-shirt a fellow had on one time......."Ladies Fufillment Center"........I was so taken aback.........who knew? I mean really.......WHO KNEW???? If I had known this, I would have jumped in the car and gone down there immediately to get myself some fufillment...........I just wish I had know how easy it was! I mean, even with gas prices..............

Shoes in Public Places

Ok...........I just cannot stand it a moment longer. In a world that is rapidly scaring me, I have to let go for a moment and ponder something truly important....Just exactly how do pairs of shoes end up on telephone and power lines at intersections? How does this phenomenon occur?

Is it a drunkened moment in time, in a dusty, worn out Ford Escort, full of acne-faced teens trying to be hip on a dare with one another? Is it actually full grown adults, possibly drunker than coots, letting go of their inhibitions and tossing their shoes to the wind? Are they using their shoes as their souls and asking the universe to answer them in life's quests? Is it an offering of sorts to the shoe gods?

Do these shoes represent one's life and their wishes to be free, but able to watch the world go by from above? Perhaps these shoes are not anything at all....but that, tired, worn out shoes needing a place to rest for shoe eternity. If these shoes indeed reprensent anything, are they replaceable? Does one have to replace them with like kind and quality or does one upgrade in hopes it keeps the shoe gods happy?

Understandably, I know this is not the most important issue in my life, nor anyone elses...I just can't seem to think there's more than meets the shoes....what if they really do have a sole....oops, soul and they're simply waiting for the re-souling of life?

Don't I wish it were that easy.................