Playoffs? Are you kidding me? Playoffs?


The season is upon us. The packers are in the Wild card this year and are lucky to have that, in my honest opinion. I saw in Sports Illustrated where Peter King of ESPN has picked Green Bay to face New England in the super bowl. I just don't see that happening. The team is a bit enigmatic this year. With a sparse running game and inconsistent offense, I just don't know how they're going to get past Chicago and Atlanta. Heck, I see them having trouble containing Vick and the Eagles.


I don't mean to be a naysayer. I hope they go all the way. I am a realist however and don't see this one going much past Sunday. Hope they do, wouldn't bet on them. Hope I'm proven wrong.


Maybe the Seahawks will be the first team to finish 7-9 and win a super bowl.


Yeah right.


My brother Rob actually got out ice fishing today. It is so cool that he got the chance to get out there. After all he's been through, it is so satisfying to see him get out and do what he loves to do. I'm praying that he catches a big fish to make the day even more memorable for him.


I'm not a big fan of ice fishing, probably because I never had a portable shack of my own. I've a few memories of sitting outside in the cold and looking into an icy hole, catching nothing. Since those days of long ago, I've gone a couple of times with Tom and Rob and their shacks, and had a decent time. If you get out of the wind with a heater in your shack, it's not a bad experience. That's not to say we actually caught a fish, but hey, you can't have everything.


Got some decent writing time in at Le Caffe Bistro today. I can get more done in two hours there than about six at home. I've made it my weekly pilgrimage on Saturday, and it's been very effective. Donna has been especially supportive with my need to get there and get it done, so that's cool too.


Well, I have to run Ben to a sleepover, so I'll be blogging off for now...


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