Slugfest

It's going slow.  Slow.  Slow.  I haven't hit the 20 page mark yet and it's Saturday night.  Sigh.

So, I turned on college football for inspiration, listening to the announcers, trying to pick up phrases:  dial up a perfect blitz, they were sitting on all the short routes, the best scrambling quarterback in the conference, suspended for a bar fight in late August, he's a game changer, excellent is 80%...  um, what?

But I still felt stuck, so I went down to the hotel restaurant (so I wouldn't waste time driving around) for some caffeine and something not too filling (so that I wouldn't get sleepy).  And lo and behold, what should I see?  But three guys at the bar, watching college football, talking to each other, and more importantly, yelling at the TV.  So, I started eavesdropping on them too:   they're gonna get their comeuppance, Get going! Go! Go! Go!,  somebody get open for him, that's a quarterback who just made mayonnaise outta marshmallows...um, what? In all seriousness.  A guy said that.  No way I could make that up.
Regardless, it was enough to get me to back up here and keep typing.