I Don't Wanna' Go to Rehab....No, No, No

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So Charlie Sheen is headed to rehab. Again.

It's fairly sad because what will bug me most about it is that his show will go into repeats for awhile.

And isn't that pathetic?

The whole world is watching this guy die a slow death and the media is huddled around wondering if he can do his little half-hour comedy sketch every week.

I'm about the same age as Charlie. We are separated by about 11 tax brackets, but we do share a few weaknesses. Like drink and a love for women. He does the drugs and the porn, which are mildly interesting items, but not something I'd get hooked on. My love of women, of course, is isolated to one, but why quibble?

Still, he's 45 years old. Isn't it time to grow up? Money or not.

I've been fairly tired lately. Too much work, too much travel. Too much sadness, too many days when I'd like to bag it and drink the goose.

I have decided, although my life doesn't depend on it like Charlie's, to fill the empty spaces with something other than the dirty martini's.

Charlie and I will go to rehab together!

Of course, I am half-joking here. I don't need rehab, but I also want to try and get back on top of the emotions a little. With the book coming out, and with a lot of speaking engagements lined up, with work going full speed ahead as well, I feel that need to rest, exercise, hang with my family, and just relax.

There's too much going on to be pushed by the wind in every other direction.

So, here we go, Charlie. Let's get that mojo back. After all, baseball season is just around the corner, and it will offer that distraction that football doesn't bring but once a week.

We both have good news coming anyway. The Steelers only have one game left. Then Ben can go back on the prowl and his next rape will just push Charlie to the back pages.

Too early for my Super Bowl prediction?

Nah....what the hell...

Look back on my 09/08/10 blog. I picked the Super Bowl winner as....

...the Green Bay Packers.

Too late to turn back now.

Pack 27 Steelers 24.

Rapistpervert next brush with the ladies:

April 4.

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