Woody Cavenaugh

I am going to say that the single event that kicked off the series of events I will call a "lifestyle change" was Sara signing on with the Carolina Cardinals. It doesn't seem like something she is doing would cause so much havoc in my life, but I can see no other prime motivator for it.

Saturday I sat down and watched the second half of the Boston College VS Carolina game. Worse yet I enjoyed it. Not the part about Carolina losing, the sport. The activity had meaning all of the sudden. Then on Sunday I actually made a point to watch the entire Boston College VS Duke game. Ewwww....ballsports.... I know I should be feeling all icky and stuff and I don't, and personally that freaks me out.

Again I have to blame this on Sara. Had she not gotten involved in good wholesome gridiron action, I could have grown old and died happily not liking ballsports. Its focuses on a ball, and two teams fight over it. All ballsports are the same. Yet, here I am looking forward to watching her games, and I actually sat on the edge of my seat during both ACC games over the weekend.

Add to this, looking in the mirror recently I started honestly thinking about shaving my beard off. I haven't done it yet. I know that planets will have to align, as it were, for me to make this move but it is moving to the forefront of my thoughts and I just don't know what to make of it.

That and the whole starting to compete in fencing thing I can't seem to shake.

It is worrisome. If this were a PAX movie, I'd expect my doctor to be calling any minute to let me know my days on the earth were short or something.

Cleanshaven? Ballsports? I need a drink.