These Lying Eyes

I drove by a store called "Baby and Horse Boutique." I was driving quickly, and I left my neck above half arching back for a better look at the store-front. Babies and horses? That's ridiculous, I said; then I pulled my head back around and drove away.

Upon inspection, these old eyes they fool me: 'Body and Home Boutique' is the actual name of the store. That makes more sense, I said, pulling the reigns back, and Rusty and I trotted off.

The Genius of Trent Dilfer Strikes Again

Transcripts of sports play-by-play and talking head shows should exist. That would help me out.

Since they don't yet exist (until the day some stenographer, Redskins-loving, father-to-be stumbles upon this very post) I have to recount this tale sans proof.

After the BYU / Oklahoma upset, the heads were talking sprained AC joints; specifically, the weeks required to recover from one. The main head says that the medical experts they'd talked to say 2-4 weeks, but Trent Dilfer, who's sprained his AC joint umpteen times, claims it could just be a week or so, severity notwithstanding.

So they caveat the advice of medical experts with the advice of quarterback—and apparently now medical—expert Trent Dilfer.

For the second time in the last hour: What the hell?

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