sometimes i ponder my ultimate demise. i wonder how i'm going to croak and then something comes along to make you realize how you DONT want to go out. steve courson was a pittsburgh steeler. he had two super bowl rings. he admitted to taking steroids and how it had affected his heart but yesterday things got really bad for steve. while cutting down trees on his property, ALONE, he got crushed by a tree while trying to save his dog. at first i felt bad but as time went on i couldnt help but laugh. what a horrible way to go. that is no way for a guy with two super bowl rings to go. i sure wouldnt like to go that way BUT if i did i give permission to anyone and everyone to stand by the casket and laugh. ok, i give permission to laugh at my funeral to everyone regardless of how i go. i also told my wife that she could put funny things on my tombstone like "i thought he was quicker" or "at least the dog was ok" or "the trees got even". look, if that was me the dogs being buried today..not me. i dont like dogs enough to risk my life even a little. dog drowning in a lake.......eh, we can get another. dog runs out in front of a car.....eh, hes going to buy us another. dog doesnt move while the trewe is falling.....eh, i thought he was quicker. wow, thats really a multi-purpose statement isnt it. steve courson was a good guy. he went to schools and preached to kids about the problems you have down the road with steroids. he never blamed anyone else for his taking them and he never ratted out his teammates that might have taken them too but didnt want to come out. he was a stand up guy and the world is lesser without him.....but its still funny.
enjoy your weekend everyone