Matt’s Blog

Two days ago my family lost a four-legged friend. For nearly the past 11 years the Roe family dog was a Welsh Corgi named Ginger. This week we decided, based on several medical conditions she was suffering, to put her to sleep.

Those who know me know that I’m not really what you would call an “animal person.” But I’ll admit, Ginger grew on me. 11 years is a long time, and not just in dog-years, and as I considered that “Ginger-dog” will no longer be there to greet me when I visit my parents it seemed a bit like her passing is the close of the childhood chapter of life for both my sister and I.

Ginger was a great dog. I’ll always remember how we had to dig pathways in the snow in the backyard for Ginger because she was too short to get through it on her own. Or how whenever you went to get ice out of the freezer Ginger would bound into to kitchen to demand the ice-cube tax. And how, when you gave her that ice cube, she would spend 3 minutes chasing it around the kitchen because it was too slippery for her mouth.

So, goodbye Ginger, I hope wherever you are you have some warm sun to nap in and a good human to give you love!

Poor Indy, sometimes it just seems that nothing can go your way. Not only do you have to deal with the bone-chilling cold of the midwestern winter, but now you have to endure the embarrassment of having your formerly-favored Colts shamed on national television. Couldn’t get any worse right? Just get back to work and look forward to next year? Well, that’s great unless your work happens to be making athletic and fan apparel for the Saints. Yes it’s irony at its finest, something you would normally expect to see on The Onion. Except in this case it’s even funnier; because it’s real. Perhaps the tireless efforts of Indiana workers to turn out Saints gear also explains why only 11 of them showed up for the Colt’s return to their home city.

It just seems so unfair that New Orleans, already in the throes of Marti Gras, gets a big ol’ second serving of partying courtesy of their Super Bowl victory. Didn’t their parents teach them to share? But don’t despair Indy fans, eventually those partiers down south will be just as hungover as you are right now.