Hello and welcome back to the wonderful world of the Dogpound pigskin. Yes folks, the smell of pig-hide is back in the air. I am sitting here watching the Hall of Fame game between two of my favorite teams, Dallas and Cincinnati, in Canton, Ohio, my home state. I know it is more of a tune-up game involving only bragging rights, but it is fun to listen to them already talking about their road to the Super Bowl. I also like college football, and people in my office are already starting to beat their chest about this team or that team.

I hope to take in a few college games this year, along with a few professional games. I know you can see more of the game when watching from the comfort of your home, but there is no beating the atmosphere of being one of a thousand screaming fans as your team breaks into the end zone. It can be a hassle fighting traffic and paying high prices for tickets and food, but the experience is unique and one that cannot be translated to TV. Even the future of 3-D will not change that feeling. So, now is the time to start rooting through your closet for your favorite team colors and get them ready for the new fall season. Go team!

THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK
“People who work together will win, whether it be against complex football defenses, or the problems of modern society.” Vince Lombardi

GOOD NEWS AND BAD NEWS
A woman came home, screeching her car into the driveway, and ran into the house. She slammed the door and shouted at the top of her lungs, “Honey, pack your bags. I won the lottery!” The husband said, “Oh my! What should I pack, beach stuff or mountain stuff?” “Doesn’t matter,” she said. “Just get out.”

I SEE!
A Polish immigrant went to the DMV to apply for a driver’s license. First, of course, he had to take an eye test. The optician showed him a card with the letters “C Z W I X N O S T A C Z.” “Can you read this?” the optician asked. “Read it?” the Polish guy replied, “I know the guy.”
 
WATCH OUT!
A wife was making a breakfast of fried eggs for her husband. Suddenly, her husband burst into the kitchen. “Careful,” he said, “Careful! Put in some more butter! Oh my gosh! You’re cooking too many at once. Too many! Turn them! Turn them now! We need more butter. Oh my gosh! Where are we going to get more butter? They’re going to stick! Careful. Careful! I said be careful! You never listen to me when you’re cooking! Never! Turn them! Hurry up! Are you crazy? Have you lost your mind? Don’t forget to salt them. You know you always forget to salt them. Use the salt! Use the salt! The salt!” The wife stared at him. “What in the world is wrong with you? You think I don’t know how to fry a couple of eggs?” The husband calmly replied, “I just wanted to show you what it feels like when I’m driving.”

It is half-time and I am out of here. As always be good, play safe and remember good old team spirit.

JR and Max