Rough weekend

Man, it was a rough weekend.

First, my USC Trojans lost a nail-biter to the rival UCLA Bruins in basketball on Saturday. USC came out fired up by the home crowd and led most of the game, only to play sloppy late and lose it at the end in heartbreaking fashion.

Then today, my San Diego Chargers lost a nail-biter to the soon-to-be rival New England Patriots. The Chargers came out fired up by the home crowd and led most of the game, only to play sloppy late and lose it in the end in heartbreaking fashion.

Sense a pattern here?

Mix in the fact that I had to be at work at 5:00 AM this morning and that I have a pair of brutally chapped lips, and I assure you this weekend will not be fondly remembered.

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Saw a friend from high school at work this weekend that I've maybe seen three or four times in the past 8 years or so. We chatted for a while and exchanged emails. I love running into old friends or people from the past. I've gotten caught up with several old high school classmates thanks to MySpace.

Later this year is my ten-year reunion. Some people I know have no interest at all in attending. I don't know why. I can't wait to see old faces.

Oh, by the way, last I heard, I was among the "missing" the last time a reunion mailer was sent out. If any of you have any contact information so I can be "found," send it on over!

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This week's Lyrics of the Week comes with a little commentary (sing along if you know it . . .):

I was a little too tall
Could've used a few pounds
Tight pants points hardly reknown
(Great, descriptive start)
She was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyes
(My kind of woman!)
And points all her own sitting way up high
Way up firm and high
(Sort of dirty, yet oddly funny)

Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy
Out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy
(He knows his audience and they all can relate)
Workin' on mysteries without any clues
(Maybe my favorite single line of the song)
Workin' on our night moves
Tryin' to make some front page drive-in news
(Another great line)
Workin' on our night moves
In the summertime
In the sweet summertime

We weren't in love, oh no, far from it
We weren't searchin for some pie in the sky summit
We were just young and restless and bored
(Hey, at least he's honest)
Livin' by the sword
And we'd steal away every chance we could
To the backroom, to the alley or the trusty woods
I used her, she used me
But neither one cared
We were gettin' our share
(Ha!! You gotta love it)
Workin' on our night moves
Tryin' to lose the awkward teenage blues
(We've ALL been there!)
Workin' on our night moves
And it was summertime

And oh the wonder
We felt the lightning
And we waited on the thunder
Waited on the thunder

I awoke last night to the sound of thunder
How far off I sat and wondered
Started humming a song from 1962
Ain't it funny how the night moves
(Love how he changes the meaning of "night moves")
When you just don't seem to have as much to lose
Strange how the night moves
With autumn closing in

-Bob Seger, "Night Moves"