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It's January 20th, 2003.

I would have a lot more to write about.  I have a bunch of notes written down.  But my Superman notebook is in my friends bag.  So I really don't have anything concrete or substantiate to write about.  but I still have a lot to say.  just haven't written them down.  Welcome to my first entry thought section on my website.  Not sure if you've been to the Overview section.  it's basically my letter from the editor thing.  It's not linkable to any other page except the initial home page over the SteveUncentered.  I will try to get it on all the top page links.  But it was a last minute edition.  But it'll basically give you the run down of anything new that I've put on the sites. Bio, road rules and speeches will not really change all that much and neither will Simply Put once it's up.  But I will try will my hardest to try to update thoughts stories and mailbox for your viewing pleasure.  I'm sure many of you could care less if I updated madden or not and that's fine.  That's for my pure entertainment anyway.  I don't know whether to call this section, thoughts or journal or whatever.  It is what it is. Misc. ramblings of a Kansas boy.

My Superbowl prediction: Raiders 17, Tampa bay 10.

I need a haircut.

I'm really not a fan of the raiders but I can't hate them.  I was a always a huge Rod Woodson and Gannon fan.  It's this year or bust.  Salary cap equivalent of the GDP of Trinidad will have major cuts.  And even though I'm all about a good story. I'm still peeved that Brad Johnson single-handedly trounced me from winning my football fantasy league in 98'. Pittman? Where are you? I just see your big arms under the pile of three offensive linemen and 4 defensive linemen on your outstanding 2.2 yard rush.  if I stand up with my hands over my head, holding a football and fall flat on my face, it's 2.3 yards.  Gannon will wrap up another MVP.

I haven't read the new Dave Eggers book yet.  But apparently he likes stories of road trips also.

I need to watch more TV.  I need to watch Joe Millionaire.  I watched my first almost entire episode of RR/RW challenge. I dig the hair my boy Blair is styling.  Oh how I miss the yelling.

Basically the only TV I watch is Conan, SNL, SNL reruns, The Simpson's, Malcolm in the Middle, Bernie Mac, and the Iron Chef on the Food Network.  The only thing I routinely watch is the Simpson's, SNL, and Conan.  Football Saturday and Sunday doesn't count as watching TV.  it's an experience.  I never played football really. I was too small.  I was the punter my senior year in high school, and I sucked.  I got great at it in college, but I was playing soccer.  But anyway.  When I would dress out for football games I was known as "Kicker".  Not Steve or Mikey, or any mispronunciation of my last name.  Just "Kicker"  Even my friends disowned me, stood next to the kickoff guy who was also my soccer teammate, his name was Jeremy, they called him "the other kicker".  But I fell in love with football anyway.  Also with the fact that I banned watching baseball since 96' cause of the strike and NBA basketball because of the teeny boppers, I had no other sport to turn too, I watch the Tiger Woods show a little, and watch women's tennis when I'm flipping, but no passion.  I regained a little interest in baseball during the Maguire-Sosa battle, but the real highlights of that was the mini-Mac and mini-Sosa that would make their appearances on Conan, but I lost my faith in baseball again during last years off-season.  Giambi was a free agent.  I saw it on ESPN.  Even before they mentioned teams that were pining for him I said to my friends, "I'm banning baseball again if he goes to the Yankees."  Sure enough, a few weeks later, he was clean-shaven, mullet free and in pin stripes.  

I need a new tire. Just one. The back left.

I'm moving soon, out of Kansas.  And waiting for everyone in NYC to say the Joke that will never be funny...ever.

"Your not in Kansas anymore"

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