Happy New Year (unless you're a NY Football Fan). 01/05/24
Another year, another year older. As we head into 2024 (seriously???) I’m reminded of all the preseason predictions about the NY football teams. And no, wise guys, I’m not talking about the Buffalo Bills, the only team that actually plays in New York, I’m talking about the Jets and, sadly, the Giants. All summer I was listening to predictions that the Jets would play in the Super Bowl. It didn’t quite work out that way, but just when I had enough ammo to mercilessly tease my Jets fan friends, the Giants would happen to play actually worse!!! Here’s how crazy I am. While vacationing in Tokyo, Japan, my wife and our travel companions decided to take the last day to go shopping. I stayed back at the hotel, laptop in hand, and watched the entire Giants-Jets game back at the hotel on my iPad. Pro tip: you can watch any game in total on an app called DAZN. It includes a free week, so I subscribed, watched, and then unsubscribed all in a week’s time. Oh, did I forget to mention that the Jets actually beat the Giants in overtime in one of the worst football games ever played? So Jets fans, including John, your team sucks! But not as bad as ours.
And for the sizable portion of our fan base that doesn't give a damn about sports (including, but not limited to, my wife) we did another comic wishing you a Happy New Year. Another comic about fighting off the urge to go to bed by 10:30 and forcing yourself to keep your eyes open until midnight. There are several ways to keep yourself awake at night. One is to avoid stuffing yourself with prodigious quantities of food and washing it down with prodigious quantities of alcohol, but what fun is that? Another is to give yourself the privilege of an afternoon nap the day of the New Year’s Eve party. That should not be a guilty pleasure. It should just be pleasure, period. I slow down almost every day between 3:00 and 4:00 pm. I do this now that I’m retired but I did it while I worked as well. Even, I’m told, during meetings. But I wouldn’t know. I was napping.
See you next week,
John and Andy