Congrats to the Saints, the “Ain’ts” no more.

Later today the Pro Football Hall of Fame announces this year’s inductees (mandatory mention of Jerry and Emmitt) and there’s room for three more nominees. I’m rooting for Russ Grimm because of my fond memories of the Hogs (he’d be the first), Don Coryell, and Richard Dent.

Tomorrow is the annual Game-To-End-All-Games and, most times, it’s a yawner. Predicting a Colts victory and rooting for the Saints.

Monday begins the slowest month of the year: the space between the SB and Spring Training. Nothing important happens, sports-wise, except for Daytona.*

In March, The Bride and I will be in Arizona with some awesome folks to catch some baseball. In the meantime, the second hand on the clock will barely move.

(*Shut up, NBAers. No one takes your game seriously. Two-thirds of your teams go to the postseason. Get real.)

Beyond irritated at this cold or flu or whatever that’s got me on the disabled list. Will spare you the detail of the yuckiness but the fun part is my legs are trying to convince the rest of the body that it’s time to go outside and everything else is having none of that. As a timekiller, let’s peruse the headlines.

Much e-ink has been spilled on the Michael Vick thing and almost every printed opinion has a dog disclaimer: “I love the puppies.” Have yet to read an article where an author says he/she could live with or without them, so why waste our time with the disclaimer? Be original and say you hate the furry little maggots. (By the way, I love the puppies.)

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On Tuesday, July 21, I packed up the car and Dollar and we headed down to the Bay Area for the annual birthday trip. The plan was to visit relatives, as well as get some biking and ball games under the belt. Traffic was light all the way down thanks to most decent folks being at work and I got into town way early, so I did a quick walking tour of beautiful downtown Berkeley.

If you haven’t experienced this East Bay town, you’re missing a lot. They don’t have a “big box” store so they haven’t lost their small business store culture and community identity to the Wal-Mart and CostCo giants (yet) and here’s hoping they never do. Pictures cannot do it justice but one thing that stood out was the amount of building construction; these folks never got the memo that there’s a depression or economic downturn or whatever.

There are houses for sale if you’re interested.

Made me laugh.

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Hope this Sunday finds you well. The Moore-Casale Clan went to a game last night and it was one of the best Father’s Day times ev-ah (though the game outcome could have been better).

It was a great night for Aceball and I wish I’d taken more pictures. Here’s the infield with the Reno skyline in the back, and below that is a team official tracking pitch location.

Finally, a pix of Mt. Rose from North Sierra Street.