For all of us who are married, were married, wish you were married, or wish you weren't married, this is something to smile about the next time you see a bottle of wine:
Sally was driving home from one of her business trips in Northern Arizona when she saw an elderly Navajo woman walking on the side of the road.
As the trip was a long and quiet one, she stopped the car and asked the Navajo woman if she would like a ride.
With a silent nod of thanks, the woman got into the car.
Resuming the journey, Sally tried in vain to make a bit of small talk with the Navajo woman. The old woman just sat silently, looking intently at everything she saw, studying every little detail, until she noticed a brown bag on the seat next to Sally.
'What in bag?' asked the old woman.
Sally looked down at the brown bag and said, 'It's a bottle of wine. I got it for my husband.'
The Navajo woman was silent for another moment or two. Then speaking with the quiet wisdom of an elder, she said:
I’ve been a season pass holder at Yankee Stadium, Yale Bowl and Giants Stadium.
I missed the ’90-’91 season because I was with a battalion of Marines
in Desert Storm. 14 of my wonderful Marines returned home with the
American Flag draped across their lifeless bodies. My last conversation
with one of them, Sgt Garrett Mongrella, was about how our Giants were
going to the Super Bowl. He never got to see it.
Many friends, Marines, and Special Forces Soldiers who worked
with or for me through the years returned home with the American Flag
draped over their coffins.
Now I watch multi-millionaire athletes who never did anything
in their lives but play a game, disrespect what brave Americans fought
and died for. They are essentially spitting in the faces and on the
graves of real men, men who have actually done something for this
country beside playing with a ball and believing they’re something
special! They’re not! My Marines and Soldiers were!
You are complicit in this!
You’ll fine players for large and small infractions but you lack the
moral courage and respect for our nation and the fallen to put an
immediate stop to this. Yes, I know, it’s their 1st Amendment right to
behave in such a despicable manner. What would happen if they came out
and disrespected you or the refs publicly?
I observed a player getting a personal foul for twerking in the
end zone after scoring. I guess that’s much worse than disrespecting the
flag and our National Anthem. Hmmmmm, isn’t it his 1st Amendment right
to express himself like an idiot in the end zone?
Why is taunting not allowed yet taunting America is OK? You fine
players for wearing 9-11 commemorative shoes yet you allow scum on the
sidelines to sit, kneel or pump their pathetic fist in the air. They are
so deprived with their multi-million dollar contracts for playing a
freaking game! You condone it all by your refusal to act. You’re just as
bad and disgusting as they are. I hope Americans boycott any sponsor
who supports that rabble you call the NFL. I hope they turn off the TV
when any team that allowed this disrespect to occur, without
consequence, on the sidelines. I applaud those who have not.
Legends and heroes do NOT wear shoulder pads. They wear body armor and carry rifles. They make minimum wage and spend months and years away from their
families. They don’t do it for an hour on Sunday. They do it 24/7 often
with lead, not footballs, coming in their direction. They watch their
brothers carted off in pieces not on a gurney to get their knee iced.
They don’t even have ice! Many don’t have legs or arms.
Some wear blue and risk their lives daily on the streets of
America. They wear fire helmets and go upstairs into the fire rather
than down to safety. On 9-11, hundreds vanished. They are the heroes.
I hope that your high paid protesting pretty boys and you look
in that mirror when you shave tomorrow and see what you really are,
legends in your own minds. You need to hit the road and take those worms
This morning on the Interstate, I looked over to my left and there was a Woman In a brand new Cadillac Doing 65 mph With her Face up next to her Rear view mirror Putting on her eyeliner.
I looked away For a couple seconds...To continue shaving And when I looked back, she was Halfway over in my lane, Still working on that makeup.
As a man, I don't scare easily. But she scared me so much; I had to put on my seat belt And I dropped My electric shaver, Which knocked The donut Out of my other hand. In all The confusion of trying To straighten out the car Using my knees against The steering wheel, It knocke My Cell Phone Away from my ear Which fell into my coffee which was Between my legs, Splashed, And burned Big Jim and the Twins.
Ruined the damn phone, Soaked my trousers, And disconnected an Important call. Damn women drivers!