Tales from La La Land

This Q&A was picked especially for the Civil War. Brent Haberly bleeds green and gold like no other player (except for maybe Joey, but we didn’t really want to rehash his Civil War in Corvallis) I came across.

One of the reasons that I always thought so highly of him is that he worked harder than almost anyone else. He seemed to embrace being on the team more than anyone on the team and I loved that about him.

When he broke his arm senior year, he was not able to practice and would sometimes keep me company during the extra long ones on Wednesday and Thursday. Although he had been told that he wouldn’t be ready to play in the Civil War that year, he used to always tell me, “I’m playing. This my NFL. This is my Super Bowl. I don’t care if I’m hurt the rest of my life.”

How can you not respect that?

Based on some of his answers, I’d say he has no love for the Beavers and is as true of a Duck fan/former player as you’ll ever meet.

1. Introduce Yourself: This is Brent Haberly – ex linebacker and UO alum! Class of 2007.

2. You grew up watching the Ducks. Can you describe what it was like to play on a team you loved to watch growing up? Growing up, I only missed two Duck home games. My parents had their first date in Autzen and I used to sleep under the old wooden bleachers during the game. That was back when there was nobody there because we were 2-9. I never had a dream to play in the NFL or be a superstar. All I wanted to be was a Duck. At first, I was star struck playing with all of the guys I used to watch on TV. I was just happy to have a jersey. But as time went on and after all the practices and workouts, I said to myself, “I can play with these guys.” I got an opportunity and never looked back..

3. Do you think guys from California understand the rivalry? I don’t think the Cali boys understand the game until they play in it. Their first go around is just like another game, but after that, they get it. I still have old teammates from the Bay Area and Southern California texting this week and letting me know they still hate the guys who dress up like Halloween 24/7!

4. Will you be attending this year’s game? Of course I will be there. I hate that place though. I usually hold my breath when I pass it on I-5. I can’t wait to play spoiler. I will be there with a bouquet of roses and I will be plucking them one by one on the 50-yard line after we win!

5. What are your thoughts on the game this year? Any particular matchups you are interested in? This one is big. I don’t think that OSU is as good as everyone thinks. All these ignorant OSU fans think their ticket to Pasadena is already punched. I had the opportunity to speak at the DAF luncheon at the Rogue Valley Country Club on Tuesday. We had Coach Bellotti on the phone and he said to watch out for J-Will. I am glad they haven’t given up on the big guy. He can do big things in this game because people have forgotten about him. But obviously as Masoli goes so do we. Patrick Chung will ball like always and I love watching Matthews play because he is so young and so talented! Can’t wait to see him light up the run game!

6. You suffered an arm injury late in the season as a senior. Is there anything that could have kept you off the field for the Civil War? The injury changed my life dramatically for the better. Before I was injured I thought I had it all figured out. Getting hurt let me take a step back and realize that getting complacent will destroy you. I told the doctors before the game, I said “listen, you spent 10 plus years going to school to be a doctor, and let’s say that the day before your final exam to get certified your professor said that you can’t take the exam. That’s me! I have played ball since I was in 2nd grade. This is my final exam. I’m playing. Figure it out!” I cant imagine watching that game from the sidelines.

7. Can you describe a funny on-field moment from your playing days at Oregon? Toooo many to write down. I have a couple though. Nick Reed tackling Yvenson Bernard by his dreadlocks! I lost it. I was laaaaughin soooo hard. They were pissed. In the “fog bowl” in 2005, I remember Ryan Gunderson was playing QB because Matt Moore was hurt. I heard through the grapevine that he was a Duck fan growing up. We must have blitzed him 50 times that day. I picked him up off the turf and told him I was sorry this is how his first one had to go. He put his arm around me and I walked him back to the huddle! And the TD at Arizona obviously. I have a lot of family in Arizona and I grew up saying, “Bear down Mildcats!” They were all in the exact end zone that I scored in. You should see the home video! haha

8. Who was your funniest teammate and why? Again, too many to name. Devan Long was hilarious. We had scooters we rode around on and we named ourselves the night riders. We were dumb. Parris Moore was stupid funny! There was never a dull moment. Dave Martin just had no clue! Those three were just too funny every day!

9. What do you miss most about playing on Saturday’s? I miss crowd pleasing. I had a lot of fun on the field and there is no better feeling then making 60,000 people stand up and scream. People say I had too much fun, but I lived it man. I loved making plays and felt like every play I made was my first. I miss the police escort to the game because now it is a mission to just get to Autzen..

10. What do you think of Quizz Rogers? Quizzz Rodgers, huh? I’m over it. Give me a break. I’m pissed that he broke my buddy JD Nelson’s dad, Darrin Nelson’s, Freshman record for rushing. I hate the fact that he has put Corvallis on the map. Did I spell it right Cornvalley? Anyways, I just want to shut them up. I’m going to stop there.

11. What are you up to? I live in Medford, Oregon right now. I work for a freight management company called International Commodity Carriers, Inc. (ICCI). I work for/live with the CEO/donor to the Ducks program H. Dewey Wilson III. We have a great time and enjoy each others’ company. Come visit! We have plenty of room!

12. Who would win a 40-yard dash? Don Pellum or you? The 40-yd dash question. My phone blew up when Anthony Trucks said on his Q&A that DP would beat me. I left him a mean voicemail!!!!! I would get him. I think he has an old knee problem that would give me the edge, but like Anthony said, he might trip me before I finish! I love that man though. I might just let him win. I have a lot of respect for him. He made me the player I was!

13. What’s your guilty pleasure television show? Hmmmmm. I usually just watch ESPN, but an oldy but goody is Flavor of Love. Does that count? Yaaaaaah Boyyyy!

Go duckies!

Laef and I were recently given a Wii as an engagement/birthday gift from Laef’s sister, Whit. I am still deciding if she likes me or if she got us this gift to try and break us up. See, we don’t play well together.

Our Scrabble sessions alone have led to hours of silence. Recently, we decided that continue our Scrabble play, we would have to cease keeping score. I know. This is a big part of the game – triple word score, Z words, Q words – but, you gotta do what you gotta do to save the relationship.

It was with great excitement that we plugged in the Wii last night. First order of business: Find out our Wii ages.

Fuck the Wii. I think they added at least five years because I put glasses on my girl. I was just trying to keep it real.

Laef was up next and I was certain he would be older. After all, he selected a hairstyle that reflected his own and I figured that would put him at a minimum of 62. Also, I am currently training for a half marathon so I’m way more in shape.

Whatever. At least Sanchez is older than both of us. His Wii age is 117 as he crapped out within minute two.

Anyway, our first order of business was tennis.

I am not sure if you can notice, but glasses girl has THREE tennis balls in the right corner. Balding blondie has ONE. A-Ross wins. Laef is as happy in real life as his onscreen life.

Yay Wii!

It may also help in other areas as I was sweating after the first match and had to strip off my pants.

Thanks Whit!

I have no idea what happened to me between the ages of 24 and 34.

I seem to remember a time that I would go out to the bars every night of the week in Eugene. Monday night was football night, Tuesday was $2 well drinks, Wednesday was Wednesday, Thursday night was just the night to go out to celebrate that Friday was next.

Somehow, I always managed to pull myself together and go to work.

Laef was out of town all weekend and some of his work friends invited me out on Saturday. Which meant I spent Friday watching Made of Honor and cuddling with Sanchez. On my way home from work, I had to stop at the store for kitty food. I noticed in the white wine section they had little bottles of sake. So I bought one for fun.

Checkout guy: “What is this?”
Me: “It’s sake.”
Checkout guy: “It’s little.”
Me: “Yep.”
Checkout guy: “So you only want one and the cat food?”
Me: …

Yes, fuckface. I’m the weird cat lady who drinks sake alone on a Friday night with her cat.

Anyway, I did my marathon training workout on Saturday and then headed out to watch football. I started drinking beer at 4 p.m. After the game, we went to a club. I love me some dancing. However, I was not right all day Sunday. And, by not right, I mean, Sanch and I had what I would call, “nap day”. Of course, he loved it. I felt like a complete idiot loser.

By 8 p.m., I was finally able to make myself go running. I believe I got the neighbors drunk with the amount of Corona and Patron that was sweating out of my face.

Why are hangovers two days long when you are in your 30s?

First of all, I am barely able to walk or sit today. I have incorporated weight training with my running regime. It’s a good sore. The kind where you KNOW you worked out. As opposed to the kind where you went into the gym, did four lunges, three sit ups and hit the treadmill for seven minutes before calling it a night.

So things are going well despite the fact that Laef came home from the grocery store last night with the following items:

The list he was sent with consisted of eggs, apples, oranges and cilantro. We have been really good about seeking out sales items, so he felt the purchases were somewhat justified.

Me: “You are so worse than me!”
Laef: “What? The Cheez-Its were on sale! And, we use those for lunches.”
Me: “What about the brownies?
Laef: “Well, they were only 60 cents off, but still…they were ON SALE!”
Me: “What else did you get? Did you remember the cilantro?”
Laef: “No, I forgot, but I got us each one of these Reeses candy bars. They were only a dollar each and look how big they are!”
Me: “You know I’m not going to eat that. Well, I’m going to try not to. You’re making this whole training/eating healthy thing hard.”
Laef: “Well, I figured you wouldn’t eat one, but maybe ONE square.”
Me: “So you bought yourself two Reeses candy bars?”
Laef: HUGE boyish grin.

At least he understands how hard it is to go to the store and stick with the list.

Speaking of If I Were A Boy. I think I’d like to be a college football player for one day. Hang out in the lockerrom, play X-Box, run out of the tunnel, throw a TD pass, get treatment and do fun boy stuff on the weekends.

For all my girly bloggers, I know the football Q&A blogs are kind of boring, but trust me when I say that Brady Leaf was kind of, um, cute. Sorry, honey, but you already know this to be true and I’m sorry that your No. 1 flame, Tyra Banks, went from SI swimsuit legend to annoying talk show host.

And, to all the Ducky fans out there. Say what you will about Brady. I always thought is attitude towards every situation was stellar. Brady was never supposed to be a starter. He played for three different offensive coordinators during his career and he always picked up the pieces when things fell apart. No matter what his role was – winning against Cal with a late TD or third-string guy holding the clipboard – he was so accommodating and friendly.

Not that I’m a stalker, but I usually get to these guys through Facebook. Over the past few months Brady has been to: Bratislava, Budapest, Venice, Rome, Paris, San Sebastian, Barcelona, Spain, NYC, North Carolina and is now back in Montana.

It’s no surprise really, as he always seemed to be a free spirit. You can tell that in his world traveling, answering a Q&A was not at the top of his list as he doesn’t get into much detail, but still, big props for taking the time.

1. Introduce Yourself: I’m Brady Leaf and 23 years of age.

2. What have you been doing over the last year? Besides growing a GIANT beard? The last year I lived and worked in Alaska until mid September and just got back yesterday from 2 months in Europe.

3. Have you been back to Autzen to watch a game since you graduated? I have not been back to Autzen to watch a game yet. Actually, I have never seen a game from the stands at Autzen so I’m looking forward to that.

4. There’s been a lot of talk about all the injuries to Oregon QBs. In your opinion is it a fluke or is there some legitimacy to it having to do with the system? It could be a fluke, but when you have your QB run the ball, the chances always increase.

5. Describe what goes on when a team is down three QBs. How do you keep it all together? Do all of the QBs know the playbook through and through? Well it is difficult as a younger player to be thrown into that type of situation, but the coaching staff and leaders of the team keep morale high and the men who are playing focused.

6. What do you miss most about your college days? The relationships, all shapes and sizes.

7. Are you going to move to Alaska and live in a tent forever? No, Alaska is just for the summer. The winters are too cruel.

8. What is your dream job? I’m living it. I just took a job in the Grand Caymans working on a fishing boat.

9. What’s the biggest fish you’ve ever caught? Well, the largest fish I caught this summer was probably a 90-lb halibut.

10. Name the website you visit everyday: Well I usually do not get to the internet everyday, but when I do I always visit yahoo.com to get caught up on current events and to check the email.

11. What’s your guilty pleasure television show? My favorite is The Office, but guilty pleasure would have to be The OC when it was on. That was a while ago. I haven’t watched TV in a while.

Recently, Beyonce Sasha Fierce came out with a new song. I have heard it a few times and everytime I hear it, this blog idea comes through my mind. It has to do with the lyrics.

For those of you not familiar with this new track, here’s the video.

She’s basically saying guys suck. After watching the video, Rolling Stone summed it up best by saying, “If Beyonce was a boy, she’d be a dick.”

Anyway, back to my main point. Listening to the lyrics kind of scared me.

If I were a boy:
-I’d roll outta bed in the morning and throw on what I wanted: Check
-And Drink beer with the guys: Check
-I could turn off my phone and tell everyone it’s broken: What? No. Never. Whew.
-I’d put myself first: Check
-And make the rules as I go: Check

She also says she’d chase girls and would know how to love a woman. Unless we’re talking about chasing my bridesmaids down the streets of San Diego or loving my mama, I’m no boy.

I can not help but sing this song in my best singing voice. Laef does not heart this development. I think he thinks I like saying, “If I Were A Boy” way too much. Nope. Just channeling my inner American Idol.

By the way. Sasha Fierce? Was Miss Z taken?

Yeah, so, um, this one time I went to New York City and went to a bar called Hogs and Heffers.

The movie Coyote Ugly is based on this bar.

I don’t remember exactly how old I was, but it was young enough to be stupid enough to get on the bar and dance. In my defense, the bartenders are pushy and they say mean things on their megaphones if girls don’t play along and hop on the bar.

OK, so if we’re being honest, it’s not like I hated it. And, for my efforts, the bartenders then turned their megaphones on the men, insisting they buy the girls on the bar shots. So, I got lots of free drinks.

The theme of this bar is that women are supposed to dance on the bar, take off their bra and leave it at the bar. There are thousands of bras (many from famous women) hanging from the bar. I was lucky enough to be wearing a tank with a built-in bra, and while they tried to convince me to just leave my shirt because technically it had a bra, I didn’t give in. I actually found proof of this incident (like I said, I don’t appear to have hated it).

FYI. I have used that dance move for 34 years. Yes, I said 34. I’m 100 percent confident that I pulled that move in the womb when my mommy snuck a glass of wine because the doctor said it was perfectly acceptable. Or when I was 10 and won the spelling bee. Or when I was 11 and noticed I had boobies. Or when I was 34 and Flo-Rida came on at Ben and Annett’s wedding. You get the point.

Needless to say, for at least one year after leaving New York, I thought dancing on bars was standard operating procedure.

Apparently this includes my 10-year high school reunion.

A friend from high school (who I have not seen or talked to since said reunion. Which, sadly, is now 6.5 years past) recently added me on Facebook and included the following message with her friend request:

“Hi Aly, It’s Caela here. How are you? Last time I saw you, you were dancing on the bar in Murphys. That was fun. What are you up to?”

Uh. Blogging about kittens and fancy things like wine and cheese. Doing really important, grown up things like eating Taquitos and playing Fantasy Football. Not dancing on bars, that’s for sure.

I consider it a phase that went six months too long. Similar to my jet-black hair phase. Or my Winona Ryder hair phase. Or my vodka/cran phase.

But, seriously. Whatever. I have zero regrets in my life because if you don’t know by now…I’m a girl. And I just want to have fun. Always.

T.G.I.F.

Yes, I realize the Q&As aren’t coming as frequently. Brady Leaf gave me some line about traveling all over the world in Europe and working on a fishing boat and Schwartz stalled because of some game or something.

I said I was going to venture away from Oregon football player Q&As, and I will. Just like I will win the lottery. At some point.

Anyways, Geoff took time out of his crazy busy schedule to humor the A-Ross blog. His brother is a freshman O-Lineman at Cal and I have gained a big respect for their mother. I am fearful of spending an extra $300 a month on groceries for Spaghettios and Cheese Whizz when I have babies. Something tells me she didn’t get through a month without spending upwards of $1,000 for these two. And, for all I know there are others.

I should have pressed as to why Mitch chose Cal over Oregon, but I live in California. I am starting to wonder how Oregon even competes in recruiting. I mean, yes, I know they have the wings on their new black uniforms, but who’s going to see them when they’re wearing giant parkas to prevent the sideways rain from soaking them? Sun trumps a flatscreen in November.

Without further adieu…Geoff Schwartz. O-Lineman Extraordinaire.

1. Introduce yourself: Geoff Schwartz. 3 career rushing yards.

2. Describe your situation with the Carolina Panthers and what your day typically entails: I’m currently on the practice squad. Working my tail off to make the roster. Wednesday and Thursday’s are busy days – 6 a.m. wakeup. At the stadium by 6:30 a.m. Special teams meeting at 7:20 a.m. (which on the practice squad I don’t go to). 8 a.m. team meeting, followed by Offense/Defense meetings from 8:15-10:15 a.m. Walk thru on the field from 10:30 a.m.-11 a.m. Practice from 11-1. Lift (practice squad lifts Mon, Wed, Thurs and Fri. The roster guys just lift twice a week) and lunch between 1-2:30 p.m. 2:30-4 p.m. is meetings and then off for the day. Friday and Saturday end up being half days by schedule, but you can stay and do extra.

3. What’s the biggest difference between playing in college and in the pros? That it’s a business and most of the players treat it as such. That doesn’t mean that they don’t have fun, but they have a different attitude about the game then we did in college.

4. If you weren’t playing football, what sport would you like to play? I’d be a pitcher, but not for the Dodgers!

5. Did you pull a Brett Favre and tell your brother Oregon’s playbook? Ha, No I didn’t. Our defense is so hard to learn for the guys at Oregon, there would be no point in even trying to tell Mitch. He is a smart kid and could figure out how to play on his own.

6. What do you miss most about Eugene? The college atmosphere. Charlotte is a great city, but the crowd at games sometimes just doesn’t get loud when we need it most.

7. What was the funniest on-field moment when you were at Oregon? There are things that you don’t realize happen during the game, and when you turn on the film, they are funny. Those are the best moments and they tend to be when guys celebrate on the sideline after a big play. They just react naturally and don’t think that anyone will really see them. I just got a text from one of the OL guys and he said that he was watching one of the clips when someone made a sideline reaction from 2005. So those are the funny moments.

8. Do you keep up with the current team, and, if so, what are your thoughts? Yes, I keep up with the team this year, and was at the Cal game. I don’t think the team has the swagger and confidence that we did last season. We knew last season we were going to win every game. I didn’t get that attitude on the sidelines Saturday afternoon. And offensively it’s very hard to do well when we don’t have a great passing game and all the QBs keep getting hurt. Great comeback win against Stanford. Thought the team played a lot better than the game at Cal.

9. Do you keep in touch with many of the current players? Oh yeah, I do. I talk to some of the guys everyday. Mainly the senior OL guys, Unger, Lewis, Kendall, Hucko, Teague and Fenuki. We are still good friends and it’s weird to see them still playing without me and I’m the youngest by age in that group. I really enjoyed my time at Oregon and all the OL guys.

10. Name three things you can not live without: Cell phone, TV and meat.

11. Do you cook? If yes, what is your specialty? You don’t get to 330 pounds without being able to cook. Ha. My best dish is shrimp pasta. And I actually made a beef and chicken stir fry tonight that was good.

12. Who would win a 40-yard dash – Manny Ramirez or Bengie Molina? Haha, probably Molina because Manny is a Dodger and they always underachieve.

13. What’s the dumbest nickname anyone ever gave you? I have gotten so many nicknames over the years I can’t really remember any horrible ones. I tend to forget those real fast.

14. What’s your guilty pleasure television show? Grey’s Anatomy. But, in my defense, I only watch it with my girlfriend.

UCLA celebrates Veteran’s Day. Which means a rare day off for me during the week. I don’t know what it is, but holiday day-offs seem way more exciting than your average Saturday. It feels so vacation-y.

Not to mention, I have always wanted to be one of those lucky people out on a leisurely walk on a weekday morning. Or the lady at Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf reading the LA Times at 8:45 a.m. as opposed to braving traffic on the 405.

Laef has a half day off. He works at 1 p.m. So, he made an appointment to get my car’s smog check issue fixed. He made a 9 a.m. appointment. Not sure about the thinking on that, but turns out Laef really is as smart as he thinks. We were all up by 8 a.m. anyway.

We dropped the car off and were then going to make a trip to Costco. It was not even open yet. That’s right, bitches! I was out doing errands before Costco was even open! Yep, 34 going on 84. I’m thinking of seeing a matinée and then hitting Applebees for the 4 p.m. senior dinner special.

I then indulge in morning television.

Couple of notes.

Regis Philbin is a likable enough guy. But, he’s getting too old for this shit. Hearing him try to introduce “Island Def Jam Records’ LA Reid” was nothing short of painful. Kelly had to pick up the pieces by saying how big of a deal LA Reid is. Regis’ expression replied something along the lines of “Quiet, biyatch. This is MY show.”

The View. Holy Fuck. Are there four more annoying people on TV in the morning?

After two minutes of hearing Elizabeth and Joy debate what Veteran’s Day should be about, I decide to vacuum and throw in some laundry.

At 12:15 p.m., Laef heads to work and I head down to the beach for a long run. Much to my surprise, the Tuesday farmer’s market is from 12-4 p.m. so on the way back I stop for some fresh strawberries, tomatoes and spinach. Damn…is this what rich people do all day? Stroll around the farmers market and buy fresh produce? I could so do this.

I get home at 2:30 p.m. and rest on the couch while watching the Real Housewives of Atlanta marathon. I know what you’re thinking, but like I told Sanchez, I’m doing things I don’t get to do on normal days. I am proud of myself for going to beach and getting two hours of exercise. Now I want to watch hours of bad TV while dozing in and out of nap time. Speaking of which, Sanchez has no room to talk. I just looked over and saw how he spends his days:

Oprah has Dr. Oz on. Why couldn’t it have been Brad Pitt’s interview? Oh no. It’s all about bunyons and yellow toenails. Ohmyfuckinggod Oprah is showing her feet. And after the break they’ll be addressing someone with bad breath so bad that her dog runs away. I proceed over to Sanchez, blow in his face. He doesn’t even move a fur. I figure I don’t need to watch the next segment.

I’m moving on to my Sex in the City movie.

There is something about watching Sex in the City reruns (or the movie) that brings me total joy. I decide to make a snack using my fresh tomatoes and pour myself a drink. I just want to fit in with the girls – yummy food and fabulous drinks. My outfit is another story, but I thought it’d be weird if I pulled out my best dress and heels to sit on the couch.

(Sidenote: Yummy snack: Roasted Tomato and Olive Oil Triscuits, Smoked Gouda Cheese, Fresh vine tomatoes, Black Pepper).

Unfortunately, I made my snack right at the point where Mr. Big called off the wedding and am now sobbing on my Gouda. Note to Sanchez: One thing mommy does on her daddy-free time is cry even harder at her girlie movies.

I watch the movie as the sun sets and it’s now 6 p.m. I’ll end the blog here because reality is about to set in. Come 6:30 p.m. – the time when I normally get home from work, it’ll be you’re average Tuesday night: dinner, tomorrow’s lunches, putting away the laundry and so on.

If I were rich, I could get used to this routine.

Laef and I headed south to visit Ben and Annett for the weekend. Cal played USC so we went more to offer Ben moral support. Except that it was me who needed moral support as Oregon tried about 1,000 different ways to lose to Stanford.

Here’s a recap of how the weekend went.

We ate about 100 taquitos. Why are such things so delicious?

Annett and I talked about really important topics: strapless dresses, side boobs, gray hairs, vodka and how amazing it is that you can buy egg rolls with sweet and sour sauce already mixed in!

Today was one of those days that I woke up feeling fine. And, then, about an hour later, my tummy reminded me about the taquitos and vodka and was not happy. I napped it off while my fantasy team sucked ass. Again.

When we got home, we were surprised that Sanchez did not come running to the door to greet us. We call it greeting us, he calls it trying to get the fuck outside. The house looked like a hurricane came through as he was clearly none to pleased with the abandonment. Well, he somehow got locked inside the bathroom while doing something naughty. So, who knows how long he was in there, but by the looks of it, it was a while.

Me: “See, this is what we call karma. If you are going to be in here tearing up the toilet paper, the door may close on you and keep you from your food.”

Sanchez: “I hate you and I wish I was dead!”

Me: “You’re being dramatic. Only real kids say that. You’re a kitten.”

Sanchez: “You don’t even love me! You left me overnight!”

Me: “What is wrong with you? Hasn’t daddy taught you that you should embrace free time? Look at kitty porn or whatever. Jump on the counter. I don’t know, do shit you can’t normally do.”

Sanchez: “Um. Helllo. That’s what I was trying to do. And then that karma thing you said happened.”

While I was teaching Sanch the ways of the world, Laef was once again fixing my car. It didn’t pass the smog check (fuck California) and they mentioned a hose that needed to be replaced. We looked online and these types of repairs run upwards of $600. But, sure enough, my mavericky fiance crawled up under there, found the hose and fixed it for $34.99.

Now if Eli Manning can just figure out a way to throw a touchdown pass it will be the perfect weekend.