Jim Cejka
Musings on a New Year
Can't believe another one is coming.
In only about 12 hours, I'm going to have to remember a different year when I write a check.
Not even any football to worth watching. Sorry, but all this college bowl series stuff hype doesn't do anything for me. I'm old school. Growing up in Wisconsin, football meant winning the Big Ten and going to the Rose Bowl. Nobody carried about the other conferences, "national championship," or any of that stuff. If you were in the Big Ten, the Rose Bowl meant everything. In the Southwest, it was the Cotton Bowl, the Southeast, the Orange Bowl, and the Northeast never had any good teams anyway. There's no tradition to the bowls anymore. And, there's now a hundred of them, and such fun names - Famous Idaho Potato Bowl, Cheribundi Tart Cherry Boca Raton Bowl, and of course, the Bad Boy Mowers Gasparilla Bowl. C'mon.
The Badgers are done (Congrats) and Packers aren't playing into the new year.
Like Garry said, dry December. Here we go drought again? We haven't even put this round of fires out yet.
A new year means watching the grandgirls grow.
Stay up, go to bed early? There's no big thrill to greet the new year anymore. There's no sense in going to bed early either. Around here, WWIII erupts for just about any celebration day. There's enough fireworks, bangs, and booms, to make a John Wayne movie sound quiet.
And, where will we be next year, this time? Son's due to be transferred. To follow or not to follow, that is the question.
Anyway, hope everyone has their own Happy New Year.
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