Merry Christmas To All

I sat on some fat, creepy guy's lap last night. No, not John Madden. Santa Claus. Well, that's what he said anyway, but he sort of smelled of gin and salmon. Didn't keep me from telling him a few things I'd like to have for Christmas though, despite the whole naughy/nice thing. I ain't askin' for much here.

1. Please miraculously heal Willie Parker and Aaron Smith so my Pittsburgh Steelers can have a shot in the playoffs. Santa heals right? Hey, Mr. Miyagi could.

2. Have the St. Louis Cardinal's front office actually make a move that improves the team from last year's sub-500 squad. An idea apparently lost on them.

3. An Official Red Ryder Carbine-Action Two-Hundred-Shot Range Model Air Rifle, despite the distinct fact that I could possibly shoot my eye out.

4. A Tickle-Me Tom Brady doll. They make those right?

5. World peace. But if you can't pull off world peace as least stop all the pop-ups and ad-ware from running, that's a good start.

Have a Merry Christmas everybody!

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