The Delta House

This weekend was great and frustrating all at the same time. I didn't nearly finish all of the work that I need to do on my house, but what I did finish came out better than expected. I got virtually no sleep, but somehow I had enough energy to make it through. And the Jets lost, but I made 17 hours of overtime this past weekend and had a really great time at the game.

Oh yeah, and I met my childhood hero, Joe Klecko. This guy is 53 years old and was still the most intimidating looking guy on the field during warm ups. He seemed like a heck of a nice guy. I used to line up and try to play like he did when I was in high school, but I kinda sucked so it didn't work out so good.

Most importantly, today is a very special day, Elvis' birthday. I have always been a fan of The King because my father was a huge fan. I can remeber riding around in his not-so-environmentally-friendly 1977 Lincoln Town Car and listening to the Aloha from Hawaii 8-track. And no, my dad was not a pimp!

Anyway, I used to take this day off every year and celebrate appropriately by watching Viva Las Vegas, eating fried PB and nanner sandwiches and taking percocet until I couldn't see straight, but I can't do it this year. No, I've got plenty of percocet, but I don't want to lose the overtime by taking off.

So if you like Elvis, which do you like better: Young, good-looking Elvis or old, fat Elvis? I think you know my choice. After all, I'm a hunka hunka burning love!