Monday, September 20, 2004

Still coughing

I'm still coughing. Blah. Only now I'm not having coughing fits that wake me up in the middle of the night. Unfortunately, the same can't be said for poor Meredith. She's currently going through the same bout with the cold. Alas, we are a sickly crew.

Spent yesterday watching football again. It's such a guilty pleasure. A.J. Feeley was a kid who used to play for my high school alma mater. I remember him when he was a scrawny kid who was the waterboy for our varsity football team. Poor guy got harrassed and harangued all evening! I tell you, I'm glad I'm a poet. There's no tackling in poetry, though I've seen a few workshops where folks were on the verge of coming to blows.

3 comments:

ryan james wilson said...

Oliver,
I hope you feel better. Bask in the not-being-tackled glory of your present situation. Best, Ryan

aimee said...

who are your teams, O? mine are tampa bay, buffalo (duh--although, they are sooo pitiful, it's painful to watch anymore), and Indianapolis. you're like one of the few poets i know who also watches football!

Oliver de la Paz said...

One of the few poets? I watch almost all the other sports too ('cept hockey). Conflict is poetic, yes?