Author: Catherine

We once had a coach … a good man … named Jack Del Rio. He coached the Jacksonville Jaguars from 2003-2011 until he went the way of so many of our coaches. He was fired.

Coach Del Rio, who now coaches the Washington Commanders (Redskins), has been fined $100,000.00 for comments he made about January 6, 2021.  

Did he slander his team? NO.
Did he complain about the owner? NO.
Did he bitch about the head coach? NO.
Did he point out the team sucks? NO.

This is Coach Del Rio’s crime: The Washington Commanders have fined defensive coordinator Jack Del Rio $100,000 after his comments earlier in the week that referred to the events of Jan. 6, 2021, at the U.S. Capitol as a “dustup” and compared that day to “riots, looting, burning” during protests in the summer of 2020.

Coach Del Rio exercised his right to free speech. For this he is being punished. For this he had to apologize.

I’m done. ~CE

I once dated a fire fighter who had a side job as a clown. Little did he know that clowns frightened me. If he had then he probably would not have given me a rather large picture of a clown that was framed. I had to hang it on the living room wall so as not to offend him.

You have no idea how much that picture creeped me out, but it stayed on the wall until our dating friendship came to an end. After that, the picture was donated to Goodwill.

As for flying monkeys, if you have watched “The Wizard of Oz” then you know what I’m talking about.

I was a child with two younger sisters when Mom and Dad loaded us up in the family station wagon and off we went to the drive-in theater to see the movie. Back then, we would go in our PJ’s. Sometimes we took our own snacks, while other times we were sedated with popcorn and a sugary drink from the snack bar at the drive-in.

Needless to say, one or two of us would fall asleep before a movie was half over, but I managed to stay awake until the end of this particular movie.

Once we were back home and in our own beds, I stayed awake for the entire night thinking about those flying monkeys. I was convinced they were real and they would somehow find their way to our house.

Well, they weren’t real and they didn’t find our house.

To this very day, clowns and flying monkeys creep me out. I have yet to watch “The Wizard of Oz” (again) or date a guy who has a part-time job as a clown.

Happy June!

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