Oops, I did it again! I yes slipped up, as did Facebook, on teasing my last couple of posts. So read well past the two headline(s), down below, to get the whole football picture and put it on your grid, Facebook aside …

Thou protesteth too much?!? That be me. Computer geek? Can’t see. Omniscient? I am not He. If you are reading my attempted Facebook teaser, it was supposed to be All About The Football, or even futbal, in freeze frame or infinite loop, but that Alleged Giant, of social media, clipped off the wording top and bottom, front and back, fore and aft, day and night, (that last part is important), then sent the post anyway, a yammering of names! I tried to fix it, and must own up to my own part, but I was just shown more ads. I as this know-it-all (not) of scribes, must of way exceeded my Designated Word Limit. Would I do that? Damn the luck, just so they could make a buck, it is obvious. I’ve been fighting this, for the most part, since the very break of today’s dawn. Must of taken a hit to the head without a helmet. Can you joke about that these days?

So, it’s about more than listing that bunch of (slightly provocative?) names. It sets the stage. For football in The Norse Division. As has been said by many a scribe or other artist, it’s all about giving history, Black and Blue Division. OK, yeah, right.

After a close of a solid day trying to fix this shit, I was trying to decompress by listening to lengthy (seven minutes) and difficult songs I have sung with my band(s), Flight of Icarus and Hallowed Be Thy Name by Iron Maiden, a tune by Metallica that the YouTube gods did not specify, and Heaven and Hell by Black Sabbath, to grab myself a breathe. So I will close by saying I attempted to cover my ass and butt with blather about it all, to remove it from the arm sling caused by Facebook, the way the world I dare say works these days, like with managing my website like many a business would via its managers, baffling you with bull shit to save face amidst its failures. As per its usual practices. Believe you me, after dealing with well more than a hundred businesses for advertorials, I am an expert on the subject, and I recognize bull crap when I see it, and it’s everywhere in big business. Facebook and other social media up the ante, and thus reinforce the problem of mega-business getting its absurd way, carte blanche, and not having to fix what they know is amiss. (As I wrap this up, ironically, I view on my side screen the rivalry between Ozzy and Dio, both of Sabbath, boil over together on an old Johnny Carson rerun, without either man acknowledging what is really right about who is the best singer.) Likewise, I have to fess up, too, and own up to the fact, and my own guilt, that I am not an engineer, or such and with such knowledge, Wally and Dilbert type. I know music, but not metrics. So not realize to cue the backup button.

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