A Sunday like you dream about

Every so often, a Sunday comes along so ripe with TV entertainment - one can hardly contain himself. Sunday at the Masters, the return of The Sopranos, and the Season Premiere of Entourage...all in one glorious afternoon and evening. Men everywhere will be reduced to comatose slugs as they take up residence upon their respective couches from noon - 10pm, not to be disturbed. What rules even more is that most women will have zero interest in watching any of the three - which makes it all the better. Kinda reminds me of high school - a bunch of guys sitting around, no women in sight.

Mix in a Twins game and Chipotle - and you've got yourself a hedonistic bacchanalian even Caligula could appreciate. I don't have a Bible in front of me, but I'm guessing this is pretty much what God had going on when he decided to 'rest' on Sunday. Big ups to JC.

::Movie Tagline::

A man, his couch, and untold enchantment with the tv across the room. One thing is certain: come morning, nothing will ever be the same. Rated R.

But whatever, you're reading blogs. It's not like you've got anything better going on.