So I'm sitting in an airport in middle America ...

... entertain me, dammit!

I lied. Last night I said I'd have just one last post before heading into the great lights of Las Vegas. Now, our flight is delayed (just 45 minutes, but delayed nonetheless) and Mrs. CI and I are sitting here looking to be entertained by the crazy folks of SportsJournalists.com.

Murphy's at home crying in his kennel, so keep him in your thoughts and also us.

Start your hard drives!

 

Just sayin, she could be anywhere....

 

Things to entertain yourself:

Count up all the women over 200 lbs

Find the people who over thought their Plane outfit.

Look for Peter King.

 

shudder ...

 

Well, as I read this a weird, balding man told us that "the part they ordered for the flight had not arrived yet" and they are unsure how long until we depart.

Good times. Viva, Las Vegas, indeed.

 

Just hope there are no snakes on the motherfucking plane.

 

Seriously...can you switch to another flight? Take a car to another airport?  Can you find out for us, what kind of part?  Are we talking about the toilet paper holder, or, say, the left engine?

 

Another airport? We're talking central Illinois here ... not some metropolis. I don't think the planes even have engines; the pilot has a huge rubberband that he has to wind around the propeller. Yeah, that's it. They need to replace the rubber band.

 

Holy mother of God, she's horrible lookin'.

Looks like Dudley Moore in drag.

 

That's not Dudley Moore? Damn I need new glasses

 

Is that Liz Taylor or Liza Minelli? I can't tell.

 

You mean there's a difference?

Here, this will help. If you see any of these people, please move immediately to the nearest exit.