Eagles 26, Vikings 14. As expected. Next Sunday at NYG +4.5 seems about right. Birds pretty much need to execute the same game plan again. Stop/contain Brandon Jacobs and pressure the crap out of Eli Manning. With Eagle killer Plaxico not an option, this game should be a FG difference one way or the other.
Congratulations to my wife for successfully finishing the Advanced Rally title she was striving for in Syracuse. They scored 90 and 99 (with 70 needed for qualification) on the back to back trials to complete the 3 required legs.
But the bad...
Both she and the 7 year old came home with some nasty stomach virus. The girl lost an entire day's meals right before she went to bed and the wife, although keeping the inside stuff inside for now, is not tempting fate and taking a sick day.
Movie Monday, January 5 2009...
Continuing today's vomit theme, for your consideration, I offer 80's cheeseball comedy Weird Science. "He pukes, you die!" Cross War Games with Frankenstein and stick Kelly LeBrock in skimpy outfits and there you are. There's probably something in there too about teenagers with low self esteem finding and bringing out their inner confidence as an initial step on the path to manhood. But I digress.
But no discussion of movies and vomit would be complete without paying homage to Wil Weaton (and a few other Hollywood nobodies) in the timeless adaptation of Stephen King's novella, The Body.
And there go another 5 minutes of your life you're not getting back...
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