Birdflu

Having a baby is a great thing. Especially when you have no responsibility whatsoever for anything else. Little Bunny Foo-Foo gets all my attention. And when she goes to sleep...the internets gets my undivided attention. Instead of studying for yet another Board Exam that I take next month, I spend my afternoons scowering the web for nothing-in-particular. It's funny how that works. I've been home for 8 weeks now and don't really have anything to show for it other than A) I'm really good at changing diapers and B) can walk from my bedroom to the guestroom with my eyes closed at 3 in the morning to change yet another diaper. Hmmm. Speaking of which...a feat like that should elevate me to Ninja status.

Anyways. While surfing the web the web I found this gem of a fact. With the weekend looming there is an incredible amount of great sports on including the NFL playoffs (PLAYOFFS?!?! DID SOMEBODY SAY PLAYOFFS?!?!). The thing that excites me about this weekend is the Cardinals are on the verge of a Superbowl birth. I'm pretty sure I read in the Book of Revelation last week that this is one of the impending signs of the Apocalypse (as well as UNC losing two in a row and the Wildcats having 2 top 25 wins but still find time to get blown out by Stanford). Also, whilest reading that Book I think I heard something about pestilence which is simply defined as "any virulent and highly infectious disease that can cause an epidemic or even a pandemic". Thus I turn your attention to this quote from The Sports Guy:

So you have the Cardinals beating the Seahawks in Week 17, then the Falcons in Round 1, and now, potentially, the Eagles in the NFC title game. Meanwhile, if the Ravens topple the Steelers, then the Cardinals could potentially beat every other NFL team with a bird nickname during their improbable five-game winning streak to capture the Super Bowl, and if that's not enough, birds took down Thursday's U.S. Airways flight heading from New York to Charlotte ... the city that's home to the team Arizona beat five days ago in Round 2. All I can tell you is this: Something better not happen to Larry Bird. You hear me, Arizona? Leave the Basketball Jesus out of your weird bird vendetta! Got it?

If thats not pestilence by Birdflu, I don't know what is. I side with the Sports Guy. You leave Larry Legend alone Arizona or my cheers will forever fall on deaf ears. Signs and wonders aside, I hope all our pants are flame-retardant. Go Cards!