As we all wait for Monday and the swearing-in of Donald John as our 47th president, some of us are also praying for a miracle from Touchdown Jesus later in the day.
Leave it to woke ESPN to pit the national championship college football game — the culmination of five full months of hopes and dreams — against the gala inauguration festivities.
I guess I will just have to use my three TV remotes to figure out how to take it all in.
And if the tree nuts from Ohio romp as the experts predict, I will still have something good to watch.
Before Monday, however, QB1 and the Bills play late Sunday afternoon in what promises to be an arctically frigid Buffalo.
As the game draws closer, the national media has turned to focusing on Josh the person, even dragging out clips of the 18-year-old during his first spring in Laramie.
And The Athletic did a great piece on stories from his college days, interviewing a long list of characters. Many of the stories I knew, but some were new and hilarious.
So the Bills will beat the Ravens and head to the AFC championship game. Much more on that later.
Jake and I were talking on Cowboy State Daily radio the other morning about time.
If President Trump changes time permanently, as he has suggested, would it add an hour of daylight in the morning or the evening?
Jake and I agreed that we want both. I mean, Trump will be the president, right? He can do anything.
And while he’s going about fixing the country, I have a technology to-do list for his buddy Elon.
I certainly don’t want a damn electric car. What possible good would that be in Wyoming?
We’ll just drive from Glenrock to Burlington and back and hang out in Otto for hours on end while our dead car charges…not.
But I could use Elon to make a phone that doesn’t need to be charged. How hard can that be?
Last week, I spent five hours of unmitigated panic when I could not get my ancient phone to charge.
Keep in mind I also don’t have a car, which is another column for another day.
So I am literally housebound, and then my phone was completely dead.
After five hours of wondering if the friend would ever worry enough to come check on us (he didn’t), I realized that an accent lamp behind my chair was not on as it should have been.
I struggled out of my chair into the walker seat, shuffled around behind the chair to the wall, and the extension cord that is used for both my phone charger and the lamp had come loose from the outlet.
So yes, I need someone to save me from myself. And Elon and a phone that doesn’t need charging seems like a great place to start.
Now about the three TV remotes…
Sally Ann Shurmur can be reached at: SallyAnnShurmur@gmail.com
