You should pity poor Husband, for he is an Eagles fan. His Eagles played the World Champion, Master’s of the Universe, Greatest Team Ever Tamp Bay Bucslast night. And they got their butts kicked.

He sent me to bed early in the second quarter because I couldn’t stop intoning “World Champion, Master’s of the Universe, Greatest Team Ever” everytime the Bucs did anything, to include, but not be limited to: passing, kicking, tackling, breathing, standing, sitting, running, or appearing onscreen. Consequently, he pretty much couldn’t hear the announcers at all. (Personally, I think he should have considered that a blessing, cause I think they were drunk right out of the gate last night).

In other news, I’m trying to trick my friend into subbing for me because I have to teach a bunch of non-math majors logarithms and, truth be told, I’m very bad at teaching math. That’s a bad thing in a so-called physics professor, why do you think I tell people I’m an athropologist? She’s not falling for it, so I’m on my own. Here’s my lecture so far:

“They’re exponential and they make big numbers manageable and why do you think we have calculators?”

That works well enough for me.

(I’m kidding of course, I will teach them logarithms and turn them into the greatest mathematicians the world has ever seen).

Did I mention that the Bucs handed the Eagles their asses on a plate last night? I did? Just checking. I wanted to be sure, because they are, as you know, the World Champion, Master’s of the Universe, Greatest Team Ever.