Don't people actually think anymore?

Yesterday, I was at the airport readying myself for yet another trip out of town. The Chargers had just put away the Indianapolis Colts (earning a 9-3 record against the Colts in the soon to be demolished RCA Dome). (And not to gloat or anything, but Peyton Manning, being the very good quarterback that he is, threw only 16 interceptions all year. Eight of those landed in the arms of the Chargers.)

Anyway... as I was saying, I was getting ready for my flight out of town and I was wearing a LaDainian Thomlinson jersey. I was walking up to the pizza line to get one of those really nice airport pizzas, when a guy walks up to me and says "Did you fly in for the game?" I suppose that could be a reasonable question had the game actually been in San Diego! Thinking to myself "Let's see, would I fly to San Diego to watch a game being played in Indianapolis?" I just looked at the guy.

After my airport meal (eaten while standing at a cheap plastic counter watching all the weary Sunday night travelers go by), I moved over to my gate area, where the 737 that I was going to fly out on had just arrived. As a wave of jersey clad Chargers fans erupt out of the jetway on the newly arrived flight from Vegas, another guy asks one of them "So... did you guys go see the game?" A game that had just ended three hours ago in Indianapolis! Well, in all fairness, I suppose that they could have chosen to leave the game at half time to catch a plane to fly home. Although, had I chosen to go watch the contest live, I would think that I'd probably want to stay for the whole game. Don't people actually think anymore?

Just another blog entry

In my nightly telephone conversation with my spouse, the following story was related to me.

Theresa wanted to take the kids and have dinner with her mom and dad this week, so tonight they met at Souplantation for their evening meal. The kids had a very good dinner, actually eating real live vegetables (well, that was a little editorializing there. I don't know that the vegetables were actually still living. It is very likely that they were not.) And for dessert the kids all had ice cream. (As a side note - Theresa said that Grayson, upon eating about half of his ice cream, pushed the bowl aside so he could finish his apple!)

On the way home, Mattea fell asleep in the van. When they got home, Theresa left Mattea in the van, and herded the boys into the house so they could start getting ready for bed. The boys were concerned that Theresa had left their sister in the van, so they asked if they could go wake her up. Agreeing to their request, the next thing Theresa knows is that Noah is taking his electric guitar outside. Asking him why, his response is that Grayson had taken his guitar outside. She goes out to find Grayson singing to his sister "Wake up, Mattea" (which is a song from a custom-made compact disc that Auntie Sister (long story that I still have yet to tell on this blog) had made for Mattea several years ago. But he couldn't just sing the song... he had to take his guitar out to "play" it to her!