A Tad Windy

Man, January has been relentless this year.

Checked temp yesterday before heading out and 30 seemed doable.

The wind whipped across the white out there and I was yelling into the great void.

A quiet day around town because of the Bills loss and I was driven a little mad because of the “It was rigged!” talk.

They had the ball with a chance to win. 

Second straight year.

They made some bad calls and didn’t make the plays.

My boys weren’t saying much.

“They’ll never beat that team,” from Jake.

“Gotta’ go win it,” from Matt.

“You know how much money I spent on them this year?” from Sam.

And yeah, like the cold wind right in your face, it’s like a hard smack.

A long way back, and the community will be down in the dumps.

“I ain’t talking about it,” one guy on the job site said.

And then he talked about it for twenty minutes.

“Draft is coming up in April,” I mentioned.

And that got him talking again.

Fanatic is the correct word for how people feel, but I hate the idea that everything is rigged.

(I do feel that the point spread is played with to assist Vegas) 

But picking the winner?

Maybe it does happen. Lord knows everything else is corrupt, but it’s curious that they had the chance to win at the end.

If you were fixing a game…

…ah, who the hell knows?

But if you think it is rigged for the Chiefs because of Taylor Swift…

…then why even watch?

Or why not bet everything you have on them?

I bet you that it’s going to be windy tomorrow…

…but they’re rigging the weather now too, right?

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