Hello and welcome back to the wonderful world of the Dogpound. I am kind of in the dog pound myself, since I appear to...

Hello and welcome back to the wonderful world of the Dogpound. I am kind of in the dog pound myself, since I appear to be late for this week’s column. I had bookend “weekend” football games for my birthday, one college and one professional, so I am pretty sure I wrote an extra article, but the Master says not so. However, just between the pack and me, the Master has had to eat his words in the past, maybe he is a bit hungry this week? Wink! I enjoy both types of games, but I just think the college games just have more spirit and fun. Even though there is competition between the colleges there is seldom any rancid behavior or trouble between the fans. The professional side seems to take it a bit more serious and by all rights they should since jobs and livelihoods can hang in the balance when the team does not perform to expectations. However, I think that should not extend to the fans. Yes, it is good to get into the game, yell, scream, high five when you score, or hide your face in the towel when your team fumbles on the five yard line, but at the end of the day it is just a game. Enjoy the experience, tail-gate, discuss the good and bad points of the game, but don’t take it out on another fan just because they are wearing a different colored shirt. Ok, that should about do it. Since I am way behind on my house chores I am going to cut this short; throw in a few extra smiles and get this sent to my Master before he comes looking for me.

THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK
“A true sports fan is one who is watching the game at home – alone, and still boos and yells at the referees when his team is playing.”
– Dogpound Wisdom

YOUR UP
There are these two guys named John and Cliff. They were best friends and were so obsessed with baseball that they would go to 60 games a year and analyze every scoreboard. They even promised each other that when one of them goes to heaven, the deceased one would come back and tell the other whether there was baseball in heaven or not. One night Cliff dies in his sleep after watching a Chicago White Sox game – Chicago won, so at least he died a happy man. The next day Cliff returns to earth to see his friend. “Hi, John.” “Cliff, is it really you?” “Hey, I told you I’d be back to tell you what’s up. And, you know John, there’s good news and bad news.” “Okay. What’s the good news?” “There is baseball in heaven.” “The bad news?” “You’re pitching tomorrow night.”

Ok…I think I have pounded out enough words to keep the Master happy…at least for this week. As always be good, do good, play safe, and remember to be a good sport…for heaven’s sake.

JR