Ho Yeah

The most important part of a musings column is to muse.

I think that's right.

I want to muse you.

The crazy thing about me, amongst many things, is that if I'm tough on you, if I'm giving you a hard time, it means I care about you.

I give a sheet about you.

Because if I didn't, you'd be, like most are, invisible to me.

In.

Freakin.

Visible.

John Cenas.

Just not there.

This provides a wonderful backdrop for the people I love.

They get coach Al, sometimes.

Which is not always welcome.

Never.

But I hope to say, wherever you are and whoever you are, I see you.

I do.

Thank you.

And where the heck did you come from?

How long you been standing there?

That long?!?

Must have missed ya.

Stand up straight.

Like God's got a string on the top of your head and he's pulling up.

Unless you fighting.

Then you can curl up a little.

Put some bass in your voice.

Chin down.

Eyes up.

Don't bow to me, I ain't Miyagi.

When are you going to get your sheet together?

He warned you...