To those of you who closely follow my ramblings on this blog, you know that I am divorced, and a divorce lawyer.  I know the value of making amends, and as I mature, I'm learning to do it before it's too late.  Most of the time.

It's possible (well for you it's possible, for me it's a certain fact) that you've said or done something over the last six Saturdays that maybe you shouldn't have done.  I mean, hypothetically, your beautiful loving Wife may have touched your shoulder, and said she loves you.  And it's possible that your response was, it doesn't matter because I'm burning this house down if Evan Royster doesn't stop running like a girl, and I'm taking you and the cats with me.  You know, something like that.  Or maybe you threw a shoe through the TV. Or broke your finger.  Or any number of other things that I can totally relate to, but that a normal person would see as grounds for involuntary commitment to a psychiatric facility.  Everyone does, whatever.

Or maybe you're hungry.

First thing you do is lie to your loving significant other and tell them that Penn State is playing the most important game of the season this week, and you are going to skip it to spend it with her. [ED: Why do all of your plans involve a horrible web of lies?]  Then you buy her flowers, and you cook her one of the following two items.

Veal Braised in Tomato Basil Sauce.

Apple Braised Pork Pot Roast with Apple Pan Gravy

Tailgate Thursday is taking the week off, which is better than the offensive line, which is taking the entire season off.  We’ll see you next week.  Unless the Steelers lose, and then, well, I’ll finally be rid of the damn cats at least.