They once were blind, but now they see: While I know you think it was the drum-beat of criticism this weblog pounded out, it was more likely Vince Gill telling them he was going spend the rest of his life telling the world what weasles they were that helped the Gaylord brass suddenly come to Jesus tonight. The two-step ends in a blaze of corporate happy talk. To the Tennessean, the company’s ceo said this:

”The last two to three weeks were very helpful to me in seeing the potential. I knew it was there. I just didn’t know how big it was, and I think it’s big.”

They could have seen it earlier, like, say January 3, but sometimes it takes a whack up side the head to make some people see the light.

But then on the other hand: Once a long, long time ago, I had a client who was a little like this, but not any of them are now, really.

Flashback: W. may have choked on a pretzel, but his father gagged on broccoli.

Bullseye: Remember those rumors about Hillary throwing a lamp at Bill? Look’s like Laura has a much better aim:

“aim”.

You’re Steve Spurrier. It’s a wonderful life.: Tony Kornheiser on Spurrier and the Redskins. Kornheiser challenges, “Name one quarterback Spurrier had at Florida who made it big in the NFL, or one great NFL receiver Spurrier produced. ”

Ironically, the most successful pro from Spurrier’s Florida teams is probably Jevon Kearse, a defensive end.

The Ravens make me sick too: I understand the pretzel thing completely. Whenever the Ravens win, I also choke. Sort of like the Dolphins were doing at the same time.

The New York Times reports, “the president fainted while alone in a room at the White House residence, watching the Baltimore-Miami National Football League playoff game on television and eating pretzels.”

For some reason, I find it reassuring to know that W can kick-back and watch TV by himself.