I THINK Kirk Cousins is getting some respect…saw this tagline for a video (Mad Dog is an ESPN analyst) on ESPN just now…
“Why Mad Dog would take Cousins over Dak in the playoffs. Chris “Mad Dog” Russo and Courtney Cronin debate whether you can trust Dak Prescott or Kirk Cousins more in the playoffs.”
I also saw an article (ESPN or on thebleacherreport) that wispered something about Cousins having some….um…MVP cred…
That one may be a strech.
Not sure what your take on Kirk Cousins is, but it’s nice that some analysts are giving him some cred.
On a personal note…for those who think Covid is only a “cold”…my godson had it, recovered pretty quickly…and now has cardiac damage that we are having to see a cardiologist about.
I had it about a year ago and got over it in about a week and a half. Ever since then, every physical ailment I had previously has stayed kicked into overdrive.
Thanks Micheal…there are quite a few football wonks that are hesitant to give Cousins cred. Wife and I are still dealing with bothersome congestion due to our recent bout of COVID.
The Broncos. Purchased for a record price by a family that pays companies to produce garbage at slave labor wages, and employees to sell that garbage at slave labor wages, for a record QB purchase that can’t hit the broad side of a barn, and for a coach hire who stood a better chance of coaching HS football in some farm league, never had an ounce of NFL coaching experience, and could not coach his way out of a wet paper sack. Denver, my team, has provided for record money a team that is as productive and cheap as the garbage Walmart sells. The fact that we are not Boycotted at this point is kinda astonishing.
I don’t even like football, and I am ashamed.
I bleed Purple, and worship Baseball. The Rockies at least have no expectations placed on them from season to season by the fair minded lovers of the sport. We are a farm team. We sell most, and retain little. Pitching purchases come with no expectation regardless of cost, because at altitude, no pitcher survives. If they can move the ball in our field, they are scooped up by someone else.
I don’t know squat about hockey or basketball, but apparently we are well above standard in both.
Oh, and I heard from my sister this morning that Michael’s team just set the Broncos back yet another game, even after the firing of a world class stupid decision for a coach.
May this year be the one, the one where you look back and say it was better than all the rest. Thanking the Lord. Salvation, His word, His people, His never ending love; His never ending promises, His grace and truth, His miracles that we have known, seen and will see, His perfect will. All that He has allowed, the good and the bad, the things we will never understand, the ones that cut deep and wounded our souls; His perfect peace in the end if we grab a hold of it. The horrors, the atrocities, the doubts that flood when it’s nearly impossible to believe that He could see such things and not bend to change their course. Suicide, addictions that relent, murder, rape, hate, shaming, power that looms around us to which we acquiesce sometimes ignorantly against what we believe in, because the terrain is stormy, and often confusing making it hard to see, even those things right in front of us.
How long oh Lord, we ask and yet, our souls know it is well, even still as we awake to yet another day, in the humble call to carry on. When it makes no sense, when the weight is great, it is then,
when I pause to remember the lost, the hurting, the marginalized, the ones who have given up on God. It is in that pause that I remember to pack a smile for the lonely and the sorrowed faces I will see today; a few cash dollars just in case the Spirit moves; a reminder that the road I will commute on is not mine alone, and that bad drivers are stimuli for prayer.
People are only giving what they got and because we can’t give what we haven’t got, there is no need to be upset if one behaves selfishly.
Selfishness is an indication of being flat broke. If God has made us wealthy in Him today, I pray that we should be generous with what He has given us, for one day we could be flat broke too.
We are all fighting a battle, that’s what “they” say, whomever “they” are, so let us remember above all else love, love conquers all. Indeed we are but mere humans that all need divine everlasting love found only in God’s hands.
Lord bless you whomever is reading this.
Happy New Year
May the Lord keep us and grow us and remind us that no matter what happens, in the end it will all makes sense. His ways are not our ways, His thoughts not as our thoughts – yet this does not mean we cannot trust Him, it actually means we can trust Him all the more.
Much love for 2023
It’s all yours today…
Michael!
I THINK Kirk Cousins is getting some respect…saw this tagline for a video (Mad Dog is an ESPN analyst) on ESPN just now…
“Why Mad Dog would take Cousins over Dak in the playoffs. Chris “Mad Dog” Russo and Courtney Cronin debate whether you can trust Dak Prescott or Kirk Cousins more in the playoffs.”
I also saw an article (ESPN or on thebleacherreport) that wispered something about Cousins having some….um…MVP cred…
That one may be a strech.
Not sure what your take on Kirk Cousins is, but it’s nice that some analysts are giving him some cred.
Dan,
I’ve never been a fan…didn’t like the signing and really didn’t like the red-signing.
Having said that…he’s been better this year…good at times.
I was really anti-Cousins until Trey bought me his jersey…had to find ways to wear it and smile… 🙂
On a personal note…for those who think Covid is only a “cold”…my godson had it, recovered pretty quickly…and now has cardiac damage that we are having to see a cardiologist about.
Hopefully, it’s “just” myocarditis…
Oh man! Praying for Trey.
I had it about a year ago and got over it in about a week and a half. Ever since then, every physical ailment I had previously has stayed kicked into overdrive.
CK,
I’ve heard that much…it’s a bad, bad, bug we really don’t have a handle on…
Thanks Micheal…there are quite a few football wonks that are hesitant to give Cousins cred. Wife and I are still dealing with bothersome congestion due to our recent bout of COVID.
The Broncos. Purchased for a record price by a family that pays companies to produce garbage at slave labor wages, and employees to sell that garbage at slave labor wages, for a record QB purchase that can’t hit the broad side of a barn, and for a coach hire who stood a better chance of coaching HS football in some farm league, never had an ounce of NFL coaching experience, and could not coach his way out of a wet paper sack. Denver, my team, has provided for record money a team that is as productive and cheap as the garbage Walmart sells. The fact that we are not Boycotted at this point is kinda astonishing.
I don’t even like football, and I am ashamed.
I bleed Purple, and worship Baseball. The Rockies at least have no expectations placed on them from season to season by the fair minded lovers of the sport. We are a farm team. We sell most, and retain little. Pitching purchases come with no expectation regardless of cost, because at altitude, no pitcher survives. If they can move the ball in our field, they are scooped up by someone else.
I don’t know squat about hockey or basketball, but apparently we are well above standard in both.
Yet I love Colorado, and I still bleed Purple.
Oh, and I heard from my sister this morning that Michael’s team just set the Broncos back yet another game, even after the firing of a world class stupid decision for a coach.
May this year be the one, the one where you look back and say it was better than all the rest. Thanking the Lord. Salvation, His word, His people, His never ending love; His never ending promises, His grace and truth, His miracles that we have known, seen and will see, His perfect will. All that He has allowed, the good and the bad, the things we will never understand, the ones that cut deep and wounded our souls; His perfect peace in the end if we grab a hold of it. The horrors, the atrocities, the doubts that flood when it’s nearly impossible to believe that He could see such things and not bend to change their course. Suicide, addictions that relent, murder, rape, hate, shaming, power that looms around us to which we acquiesce sometimes ignorantly against what we believe in, because the terrain is stormy, and often confusing making it hard to see, even those things right in front of us.
How long oh Lord, we ask and yet, our souls know it is well, even still as we awake to yet another day, in the humble call to carry on. When it makes no sense, when the weight is great, it is then,
when I pause to remember the lost, the hurting, the marginalized, the ones who have given up on God. It is in that pause that I remember to pack a smile for the lonely and the sorrowed faces I will see today; a few cash dollars just in case the Spirit moves; a reminder that the road I will commute on is not mine alone, and that bad drivers are stimuli for prayer.
People are only giving what they got and because we can’t give what we haven’t got, there is no need to be upset if one behaves selfishly.
Selfishness is an indication of being flat broke. If God has made us wealthy in Him today, I pray that we should be generous with what He has given us, for one day we could be flat broke too.
We are all fighting a battle, that’s what “they” say, whomever “they” are, so let us remember above all else love, love conquers all. Indeed we are but mere humans that all need divine everlasting love found only in God’s hands.
Lord bless you whomever is reading this.
Happy New Year
May the Lord keep us and grow us and remind us that no matter what happens, in the end it will all makes sense. His ways are not our ways, His thoughts not as our thoughts – yet this does not mean we cannot trust Him, it actually means we can trust Him all the more.
Much love for 2023