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"Adultery Is The Application of Democracy To Love"
H.L. Mencken

One of my favorite Sunday morning rituals is to watch Cheaters (taped from the previous night). If you haven't heard of this show boy are you missing out. People who think their significant other is cheating, submit their case to Cheaters detectives. They then follow the philaderer and try to catch them on hidden surveillance camera. That part is good, but they save the best for last, The Confrontaion. Fists usually fly, and people will STILL deny that they aren't doing anything wrong while being shown a video of themselves caught red-handed. And the fact that it's shot in and around Dallas, makes it all the more intriguing. At least two times they have had cases in Mesquite. I'm still waiting to see someone I know.

"You guys. You lollygag the ball around the infield. You lollygag your way down to first..."

@ had a 4:00 baseball game in Richardson. It was about 35 degrees warmer than the game on Friday night. An amazing thing happened. We found a worse fielding team than ourselves. If it was hit past the pitcher, might as well count it as a hit. Final score was 11 to 1. A rare Tiger cakewalk.

... Greasy, Greasy

Wrapped up the weekend with some pork chops on the grill. After dinner, the final "ritual" of the weekend. Soprano's time. Probably the most bizarre episode ever. They should have titled it: Sopranos Meets Six Feet Under. Practically the whole episode was dream sequence. I couldn't make too much out of it, other than the fact that "Tony B is fuc@#ed!" Only 2 more episodes to go. Should be a fun ride.

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