I moved this past weekend from my apartment of four years to the apartment complex next door. I love the neighborhood too much to leave, but I had grown tired of the management of my now former complex leaving me voicemails and handwritten notices on my door hinting at eviction if I did not rid myself of my dog, whom they wrongly believed to be a chronic barker (he isn’t–the chronic barker belongs to the family down the hall). They were careful not to use the word eviction, as they had no legal grounds for actually following through on their threats.
One of my least favorite aspects of moving is dealing with our local cable company. Prompt isn’t in their vocabulary. I placed the call to have service transferred on Thursday. I was told they’d have a rep out to take care of it on Tuesday. That means no cable for the weekend. That means no football. No football to watch on my new 42” flattscreen. Yes, for the first time in probably 20 years, I was going to go an entire weekend without seeing a single snap. I did catch enough of the Redskins/Eagles game on radio to know that one of the subjects of this article was injured, but I don’t think I could tell you right now the final score of a single game. Thank God it’s the bye week. (more…)