Giants and Patriots
So apparently it's going to be the New York Giants versus the New England Patriots in the Superbowl in about 2 weeks. Both teams had so-so seasons, not really shining until the end, but that's when it really counts. I'd like to be excited about this Superbowl, but I'm really not. I swear these two have played each other before. I'm not really sure about that. But I don't really care which team wins. I don't hate either team. I don't love either team. It's just kind of ... eh, whatever. I might watch it. It really should be a good game, to be fair. If both teams are able to field a complete team with minimal players lost to injuries then they should pound on each other pretty hard. I expect there will be some exciting passes and catches and some spectacular runs. Both teams are pretty well-rounded.
Joe Paterno just died. He was in bad shape already, but he almost certainly would have lived a bit longer had he still had his football program and a reason to live. That homosexual coach, Sandusky, raping boys while Penn State did nothing about it went on for a long time before the whole thing blew up in everyone's face. I feel sorry for all concerned. Except for Sandusky. We live in a country that habitually laughs at sexual abuse and assault of men and boys, so it isn't surprising that this son-of-a-bitch got away with all that he did for so long. What is surprising is that anything was EVER done about it. And even then, it remains to be seen if he really gets any sort of punishment at all or just a "shame-shame" finger wag from a judge and then he's back out on the streets again walking hand-in-hand with the likes of Lorena Bobbitt and other sex offenders like that.
Kate Beckinsale is back as the sexy vampire that seems to have started this whole vampire fascination up again. And she seems to still be able to draw quite a crowd when she does it. Then again, the sight of her in that skin-tight black leather suit she wears is better than a testosterone patch for stirring the hormones. I don't know that I'll go see this latest one in theaters, but I did watch all the others despite not giving a flying fart about vampire movies in general and I'll be watching this one eventually, probably when it shows up in Walmart's $10 bin, if it ever does.
Hey, I only just today got Fight Club when I found it in the $10 bin, so you should really take my word on this one. I do have a little bit of self-control, you know. I'm probably the last person in the world not to have seen Fight Club before. I hope it doesn't suck.
The Australian Open
Serena Williams got pounded by a 53rd ranked opponent named Ekaterina Makarova in the Australian Open tennis tournament today. I saw her play the other day and win. I also saw what little they showed of Maria Sharapova's match. I have to say, as a guy and if it were up to me, I'd rather have just watched Sharapova play. I'm not saying she's much better-looking than Serena Williams, or slimmer and sexier and generally more exciting in a tall, hot, blonde, female sort of way. But then again, I'm not saying that she isn't, either.
OK, so anyway, that's my summation of this past weekend. Can you tell that I watched a lot of TV? Yeah, there is still crap in my lungs and I can definitely tell that I am not fully well yet. This crap, whatever it is, has really hung on with me like nothing I've encountered in a long while. I really do need to hit the gym tomorrow. I guess if my lungs are still not 100% maybe I should just do a light workout, but I think I should still do something because I've been out of the groove of consistent workouts for far too long now. There comes a point where your body is as much deteriorating from lack of exercise as it is from being sick. I realize it can be more harmful than helpful, or perhaps healthful is the better word, to work out while sick. But if it is simply the case that I am overly mucousy in my lungs (yeah, I don't know if 'mucousy' is a real word, but you know what I mean, right?) then I should think I can do something that doesn't tax my lungs too badly without harming myself. I guess maybe tomorrow I'll search it on the internet just to make sure.
* WORKOUT UPDATE: OK, so clearly trying to force my body to accept my theory that I'm not REALLY sick anymore was a definitely FAIL. I so very much am. My bench presses were ridiculous. Not only could I not generate any power, my endurance was a joke, too. I kept doing set after set, telling myself, "once I get warmed up and in the groove, the strength will come back. OK, that didn't work. Once I get warmed up and in the groove, my endurance will come back and I will be able to do more reps. OK, that didn't work ..."
In my defense, it is an unusually hot and humid day and I don't generally do well in terms of power on hot and humid days. Even so, this was more than just a reaction to that. I was awful. The only thing that didn't go badly was my 1 mile run at the end of the workout. I didn't push it, but I did alright even so. It's a bit ironic, because you really need your lungs for running. And yet this was the only thing seemingly unaffected by my illness.