Dreaming of Football

2 Things here:

1. Last night I watched Friday Night Lights. If you like football, you need to see this. If you don't fathom the establishment of Texas High School Football, this will help you understand.

2. The other night I was dreaming of football. I had taken some Tylenol PM and I was really groggy when I woke up. When I left the NFL, they gave me an official Dallas Cowboys football helmet and I have it on a shelf in my room. I stumbled out of bed, walked over to the shelf and put the helmet on. I didn't take off the paddy things around the chin when I put it on. I sat on the bed while both of my cats sat side by side and gawked at me like I was an alien and then Elwood slapped me in the head and ran under the bed. Isis crawled under the covers.

At the same time, my room mate Clint was up early getting ready to go to the gym. He had on his headphones SO loud, I could sing along with the music in the other room. Unlike me, he has a very 'I am going to conquer the world' attitude first thing in the morning and goes about his business with the intensity of a hurricane. He did not know I was awake.

With my attempt to rehydrate myself, I have been drinking 100+ ounces of water a day. And 2 cups of coffee. It then hit me like a bullet I had to pee. I stood up and tried to remove the helmet from my head. This was a failed attempt and I couldn't get the chin paddy things to snap off. I was bent over stumbling around with my t-shirt (Dallas Cowboys) and panties on while pulling at the astronaut shaped bubble around my head, knocking over the lamp, and watching my cat hiss at me from under the bed. Well, I could not wait any longer, so I went into the bathroom.

For me, bathroom time and hygiene time is MY TIME and I do not wish to be disturbed even if the building is on fire. So, I am sitting there in the dark with my helmet on and Clint with his loud headphones busts through the door. He looks at me while I am silently not looking at him and just pointing toward the door like I am hailing Hitler. He is profusely apologizing and trying to scurry out the door and finally shuts it. And then I hear his headphones stop and the door opens again and he says "What the hell are you doing?" With the straightest face I could muster, I looked at him and said "Nothin". And then he does "All right, now. Bye, Honey", then busts out laughing.

And that is all I have to say about that.