It's labor day, which ironically is a day in which no labor is done. But, while I get paid to not count beans today, I can't be totally happy. You see, I realized that Jenni Carlson gets paid to write. About sports. And I don't.
Sure, I think Pat owes me about twelve cents for my share of the ad revenue from TheLostOgle, so I'm not a complete amateur, but Jenni Carlson has my dream job (albeit for The Oklahoman). And apparently she likes to rub my nose in it by publishing horribly written pieces.