The News Desk

First, an interesting idea for you. I remember hearing about something like this in the UK where fans bought majority interest in a football (soccer) club. Sounds like it’s about to happen so start selling all your sports memorabilia to generate capital…

http://www.projectfranchise.org/

http://www.myfootballclub.co.uk/index

Second, another unfortunate incident to give good Catholics a bad name. As reported at SportsbyBrooks.com, a catholic school in Kansas refused to use a ref for a boys basketball game because the ref is a woman. Even if it is some radical throwback offshoot, and even if parts of Kansas are still stuck in the 1950’s, this is unacceptable behavior. Certainly proof that stupid doesn’t have a religion.

Third, Mark O. is excited about baseball season and offers this classic video of a Mississippi Braves manager going all Russell Crowe on the infield.

Finally, Mark O. offers this open letter detailing why he fired his secretary; a forwarded e-mail turned blog post if you will.

Why I fired my Secretary, by Mark O.

Last week was my birthday and I didn’t feel very well waking up on that morning.

I went downstairs for breakfast hoping my wife would be pleasant and say, “Happy Birthday!”, and possibly have a small present for me. As it turned out, she barely said good morning, let alone “Happy Birthday.”

I thought…well, that’s marriage for you, but the kids…they will remember.

My kids came bounding down stairs to breakfast and didn’t say a word. So when I left for the office, I felt pretty low and somewhat despondent.

As I walked into my office, my secretary Jane said, “Good Morning Boss, and by the way Happy Birthday!” It felt a little better that at least someone had remembered.

I worked until one o’clock , when Jane knocked on my door and said, “You know, it’s such a beautiful day outside, and it is your Birthday, what do you say we go out to lunch, just you and me.”

I said, “Thanks, Jane, that’s the greatest thing I’ve heard all day. Let’s go!”

We went to lunch. But we didn’t go where we normally would go. She chose instead a quiet bistro with a private table. We had two martinis each and I enjoyed the meal tremendously.

On the way back to the office, Jane said, “You know, it’s such a beautiful day…we don’t need to go straight back to the office, Do We?”

I responded, “I guess not. What do you have in mind?”

She said, “Let’s drop by my apartment; it’s just around the corner.”

After arriving at her apartment, Jane turned to me and said, “Boss, if you don’t mind, I’m going to step into the bedroom for just a moment. I’ll be right back.”

“Ok.” I nervously replied.

She went into the bedroom and, after a couple of minutes, she came out
carrying a huge birthday cake …followed by

my wife,
my kids,
and dozens of my friends
and co-workers,
all singing “Happy Birthday”.

and I just sat there…

on the couch…

naked.

You’re welcome.