Meanwhile, in that universe next door.

Where the San Jose Wildcats roam..

Final preseason game. Last play of the first half, Donovan McNabb gets sacked.. and breaks his shoulder.

He's out for the season. My backup QB is only about 30 points below McNabb's rating. And my pass defense is still weak. I see a lot of ball control and runs in my future. The good thing is I have a Pro Bowl fullback who can always pick up 3 or 4 yards, so passing on 3rd and short isn't a requirement. That will spread the defense in those situations.

Urlacher is a machine, and I've got him tied up in a long-term contract. I'm running a lot of 3-4 formations, except on passing downs when I run 4-3 blitzes or the nickel most times. Depending on how my retirement situation looks at the end of the year, I may try to pick up a couple of good pass rushers in free agency or in the draft.

(Oh, and real football starts soon!)

GO NINERS!
GO 'CATS!

Dating and the Miranda warning..

Soon after I arrived at work, a San Jose police officer walked into the store. She was cute, a bit short, but fun. We joked a bit while one of the managers checked on some backstocked furniture for her. I got back to my register, and began helping a customer.

Evidently while my back was turned, said law enforcement officer checked out my ass and said "I wouldn't mind frisking him."

*sigh*

Why don't women tell me these things to my face? It would help things immensely! A cute woman with hand-to-hand training and easy access to handcuffs? Heaven!

Penguin!