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I can't believe I was worried about getting a job, what with these totally realistic opportunities available to me.

Posted October 15, 2007

A couple of funny stories from last week:

I wrote once before about my friend Vicki, who is also a non-catching person and how we invented a game called Try to Catch.  This way we could work on our catching skills without getting too discouraged.  If you play Catch, you can easily fail.  With Try to Catch, you succeed as long as you make an attempt.

I bring that up because it makes the dream that she recently had all the more hilarious.  She dreamed that she was watching football and she saw my name listed (I played for a New York team, which she thinks was the Jets, but it's hard to say) with a record for...wait for it...most receptions without a dropped pass.  Ha!  A person would have to be either legally blind or completely lacking hands in order to be less likely than me to get this record.  I'm pretty sure the NFL doesn't yet have a position called Try to Receiver.

Not to worry though, if things don't work out for me in the NFL, there's always my budding movie career.  See, my boss from this summer was one of the organizers of a conference this weekend on dyslexia and reading disorders.  She brought in some of the nation's foremost experts on dyslexia, one of whom mentioned that she was hoping or planning or something to make a movie with Robert Redford.  This expert thought this was something that my boss could be a part of.  She (my boss) is very, how do I put this...excitable.  For that reason, I didn't get too many details, but she definitely thinks I need to be in it, what with my photogenic face and all.  Enormous leaps in logic and reality were taken which ended with me starring in an upcoming movie with Robert Redford.  Can my time as Hollywood's it girl be far behind?  And if so, do you think I'm too old for the whole drugs/alcohol/driving without a license/rehab routine?

On a more immediate note, I'm going to have to make room for Robert Redford on my list of five.  You know, just in case.  (Currently: George Clooney, Joaquin Phoenix, Brett Favre, Dermot Mulroney, Goran Visnjic.)  George Clooney was recently in a motorcycle accident, so until further notice, I'm going to have to put him on Injured Reserve.

All set.  I'm ready for my close up, Mr. Redford.

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slynnro says:

October 16, 2007 at 07:28 AM

I never thought much of Brett Favre, until Sunday that is. I for some reason found myself watching the Packers game. The gray hair is ultra hot.

Coach says:

October 16, 2007 at 12:13 PM

I love that game. I would use it in my PE classes and you would definitely get an A for just trying to catch it. I would also make sure that you got to TRY with the softest, most squishy ball I had.

October 16, 2007 at 11:17 PM

I am totally ready to star, er, appear in the E! True Hollywood Story: Lori Graham edition. Just tell me when.

Lissa says:

October 17, 2007 at 01:45 AM

Do they realize that you become mute when you get nervous? Or maybe that will be the story line!

Also tara reid is in her 30's and she is still playing the put me into rehab card, so your golden.

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