Legal tampering......

The NFL said it, not me.  (Hey Victor, I'm one of a few women that, why, we ask, why we swing by here but we do... so with that, ANOTHER gosh darn blog about sports?)

Ahem...  Yes.  And No.  Starry Starry night, loan me your ear for justa sec.

The "Legal Tampering" is a fitty two hour window (an NFL Thing) that started at noon yesterday (the Monday before the new league year) to typically Wednesday at 4pm ET.  During this time teams can legally negotiate contract terms with pending unresricted agents.

Like.......

Like this morning......woke up, fell outta bed (no broken hips) dragged the comb across my head (THIS is where I "nanny nanny boo boo to many of my same age friends, that, HA, I still gotta lotta hair!)  SURE you do Victor, but, you wanna like, race me in a fitty yard dash?  Ahm, no.  Where was I.  You fell outta bed Victor.

I WAKE UP TODAY, and the Chiefs (and many, most NFL teams), have "Extra Extra, ya gotta have a scorecard" made so many changes it makes it hard to recognize your favorite team.

So, i was "WOW"......... which,

Turned to "Hmmmmmmm", imagine the possibilities.

Like, we've all worked where there are crazy people.  What if, ABC Widgets, went to the HR director at The Very Best Thingamabob's, and had legal tampering.  Get ridda the ones you don't want... trade for one you maybe do?  Imagine the possibilities.  "WOW, thank goodness old so-and-so is gone, but I still kinda smell his stinky feet, I'm gonna Lysol my cubicle."

Or...."Hi!  And welcome, you from ABC Widgets?"  Uh huh.  "Are you married?" VICTOR! OK, I'll think it, not say it... then observe.

Howabout family?  It is said, virtually EVERY family has it's share of cray cray ones.  You could........"Hey, the Robinson's are having their family reunion today... I'm gonna swing by, see if i can legal tamper a change, swap "you know who" and hell, I'd toss her decent brother in too if they'd go for it.  Good idea Victor, that'd be a lot easier than year after year, for Christmas, regifting, 'cause she ain't never, or at least hasn't thus far, gotten the message.

Yeah, and just think......... we could sit back and ask, "Who are the people (you'd like to git ridda) in your neighborhood.. in your neightborhood, oh, who are the people (you'd like to git ridda) the people (some, sadly) that we meet each day......... TBC

We could, then, for a small fee, make arrangements with ReMax and Keller Williams, to swap 'em out.  'Ole McGinnis down there?  He's a walking HOA violator... we'll swap him for that nice Smith family on Oak Street in the Bentwood Edition.. We'll even toss in Preacher Johnny and his family if they'll agree to it?  Deal?"

Eh, realism tells me we're stuck.  We ain't got no say in our favorite NFL team's choices (quoting Beetlejuice, somebody help me with punctuation some day.. I don't really how to do that "NFL team's (or is it "NFL teams', or sumpin' ese?).. we ain't got not choice.

I guess same with all the bad apples at our work, in our families and our neighborhoods.

VICTOR? MR. HIGH AND MIGHTY?  Yeah?  Did you ever stop and think that maybe YOU are NOT the apple of your coworker's eye.. family's eye.. neighborhood's eye?"

I move to adjourn this blog.

Uh huh, what I thought.

Love, Victurd