The unavoidable intro

Let me make this perfectly clear. I didn't WANT to do this. Someone made me. Not because I'm a student or anything. It was more, "hey, Brian, you should really put your thoughts down somewhere." Fine. If I do this, ya reckon they'll leave me alone?
Closing in on 40, married father of two, blah blah blah. You're not gonna read it, so I'm not gonna insult you by typing it. You wanna know what I'm into.
I love college football. The Georgia Bulldogs. And ever since Al Gore invented the internet, I've been able to follow them more closely since I no longer reside in Georgia. I'm one of those fervent fans that can recite the three-deep depth chart.
I have found somewhat that the internet has taken the place of my love for TV. But I do still watch Scrubs, Family Guy, and My Name is Earl. If I can make it until Saturday night past 11:30, I'll nod off during Saturday Night Live's monologue.
Love softball, golf, HATE lawnwork. I used to manage a music store so I have a lot of CD's to listen to.
I spend a good bit of time involved with church activities. I'll complain a lot about it, but then I think back to Moses and all he had to contend with to even GET Christianity started.
God: Moses, come on, it's time to take the people to find the promised land
Moses: Aw, come on, God. I REALLY didn't want to start anything until next year.
God: Moses, I have chosen you for a really important job. Besides, you're brother's gonna be there, he'll help out.
Moses: Ok, I'll go. But this isn't gonna take long, is it?
God: Um......not as far as I'm concerned.........

I also avail myself to my kids' activities out of pure interest. I just want to know what they're doing. Therefore I coach softball and soccer, keep books for the PTA, and stock the concession stand down at the ball field. That way I can hover around my kids without.....seeming.......like I'm hovering.
By the way, coaching kids' sports is like being in the mafia. There is no getting out. I take that back, you can get out, but you have to be beaten out. You know those "arches" that soccer moms' make as their kids run off the field? If you want out, you have to run through that while the parents of Britney and Blake beat you with cell phones, mini-van keys and digital camcorders. It's just WAY easier to suck it up and coach.
Ok, this was long. I think I'm supposed to edit my page now. If I could, I would put little bulldogs all over it.
Two months til kick off, baby...............