Archive for March 26th, 2007

So Peyton Manning hosted Saturday Nigh Live this past weekend. I was skeptical at first, since most athletes that have hosted, like Michael Jordan, Wayne Gretzky, and Charles Barkley, haven’t done that great a job. But he actually did pretty good. Here are a couple of clips from the show.



At the end of the show, his brothers (Eli and the other non-QB brother) came out with a birthday cake for Peyton while the cast sang him Happy Birthday. I’m no rocket scientist, but I think it was his birthday. Anyway, I’m sure Eli Manning was trying to think of some way to get on SNL, so he probably cooked this up. Apparently only Super Bowl Championship Quarterbacks get to host SNL. So God knows that was the only way Eli was going to get on there. Litte draft-dodging douchebag.

-Dave Q.

14 days to go. I’m doing pretty good. I have avoided all alcohol, which hasn’t been easy. I’ve had plenty of temptation thrown my way in the form of Happy Hours, a bachelor party, St. Patrick’s Day, etc. Attending all without giving in to the surrounding booze. Again, I’m not a big drinker, but it’s so easy to order a drink when all your friends have one in hand. So if there is anything going on right after Easter, let a brother know.

And everything else has been good, too. No iced tea. No red meat (KILLING ME!). No eating after 5pm. And going to church on Sundays. And so far, no bad side effects. :)

By the way, is it normal to have a dream about a ribeye? In my dream, I’m basically chasing a ribeye with fork and knife in hand. The ribeye is begging for mercy, running around screaming. Unfortunately, I wake up before I could get to the ribeye. But the dream will be a reality in two short weeks. Run and hide, ribeye. Run and hide.

-Dave Q.

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  • I remember that one fateful day when coach took me aside. I knew what was coming. 'You don't have to tell me,' I said. 'I'm off the team, aren't I?' 'Well,' said coach, 'you never were really on the team. You made that uniform you're wearing out of rags and towels, and your helmet is a toy space helmet. you show up at practice and then either steal the ball and make us chase you to get it back, or you try to tackle people at inappropriate times.' It was all true what he was saying. And yet, I thought something is brewing inside the head of this coach. He sees something in me, some kind of raw talent that he can mold. But that's when I felt the handcuffs go on.