I have this problem when it comes to sports. When I sit there and watch a game, or many at one time as we all do on football Sundays, I stew and think of some weird stuff. I usually blurt them out, and while many people agree with my thoughts, they often come from out of nowhere. If they understood the conversation that was going on with the sports analysts in my head, people would think I was perfectly normal, but instead, I have been tabbed as weird.
So I will start putting them here. Instead of thinking about stuff waiting for my one big story, I’ll just share a few of the musings tumbling through the ol’ Wayniac’s noggin like Space Mountain (I can’t imagine there is too much light in there).


