Sunday, December 14, 2025
Will It Be A Good Day For Tyler Warren In Fantasy?
Saturday, December 13, 2025
The Time Is Now
The time is now. Well, not now, but tonight.
Friday, December 12, 2025
The Pitts
Thursday, December 11, 2025
The Final Neighbours (Again!)
I suppose this was a fitting way to end the programme.
Wednesday, December 10, 2025
Rivers .vs. The Seahawks
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| To be fair, this isn't accurate. Rivers should really be on the sofa wearing Chargers merch |
Tuesday, December 09, 2025
Daniel Jones Out.. Rivers In?
That's it.
Those were the words I thought as I watched Daniel Jones grounded during the Indianapolis Colts' game against the Jacksonville Jaguars on Sunday evening.
The Colts' quarterback had been playing for the past few games with a fractured fibula. Seeing him sat there like that, a few plays after hobbling more prominently than he had been, it was clear that the situation had gotten worse.
Jones punctuated that inkling by pulling off his helmet and whacking it a few times on the floor.
Frustration.
Not just for Jones. For everyone associated with the Colts. As a fan, it felt for the first time in aeons that things were moving in the right direction. The wheels seemed to have started to lose their bearings following the bye week. If not that, somewhere in Berlin when Indy eked out an overtime win against the Atlanta Falcons.
Is that it, though?
At 8-5. the Colts are still in the hunt to the playoffs. Barely. According to reports, Philip Rivers - who played for the Chargers from 2004 to 2019 and then for the Colts in his final year as a pro during the 2020 season, is being brought into Indy today to see if he is good to go.
Five years removed from the league. It's a big ask. Making the playoffs could be bigger.
I'm on board, though. I've enjoyed the Colts 2025 season. If it's going to end this way, let it. It sure would be crazy fun to see Rivers come out of high school coaching and lead this team to the playoffs.
So, no, that might not be it.
Not yet.
Monday, December 08, 2025
Two Years Since Squeak Left
Today marks the second anniversary of Squeak's passing.
Even though a lot has happened between then and now, it doesn't seem like two years.
He was such a maverick. A cool one at that. I'll always remind myself of the time when I saw his paw pop out of the cat carrier and twist the mechanism to allow him to get out. It was like something you'd see in a Looney Tunes cartoon - Squeak managing to overcome something made by the ACME Corporation.
When he passed away, I wrote about how he would sit on my back at random times and how - before lights out - he'd manoeuvre his way closer to me, ahead of Oreo, so as soon as I'd ask Siri to switch everything off, he'd be able to jump on me for a hug. I happened to take a snap of him doing that unaware it would end up being on of the final photos we took together. It's one of the memories I am glad I caught.
If only I was able to capture that moment with the paw opening the carrier.
To honour Squeak, I'm wearing a pair of socks Vicki bought me a few Christmases ago. I'm sure I've written about them before. Each sock has a black cat with a red collar on them (very reminiscent of Squeak). Written on the beige-coloured items is 'Life Is Better With Cats'. Such true words.


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