cctekguy
Staff member
Where have you gone, my friend?
What have I done to deserve this?
My signal is still strong and my picture clear. I can still switch channels in an instant but you have left me for dead. Why have you abandoned me?
Remember the great times we had? Remember how it was last fall? You couldn't leave my front. Remember how you cuddled up to me on Monday mornings with a cup of coffee and ESPN highlights? ...and Monday Nights?! Oh my! Remember how you'd lock the children out of the room and it was just you and me? Sure, you got angry with me sometimes. You'd even throw an occasional Frito at me but I knew it wasn't really me you were angry with.
Monday nights seemed to be when you loved me most but Sunday afternoons were incredible too. The way you fondled my channel buttons as you groped for your favorite team or the latest big play, cursing me when I offered you the great deal from your local Ford dealership. I'll never forget the time that I lost my signal and, in your frustration, you spilled the bean dip all over the couch.
Yes, those were grand times for us but you seem to have tossed me aside. Tossed me into a world of cartoons and Lifetime movies. I do my job without complaining but there is not much joy in watching your wife sniffle over sentimental hogwash or seeing your children mimic Spongebob Squarepants.
It will be a long summer for me but I reckon it won't be much fun for you either. I'll do what I have to do to amuse the rabble but I'll be counting the days 'till you return to me when once again we will share the most intimate of bonds between man and machine.
What have I done to deserve this?
My signal is still strong and my picture clear. I can still switch channels in an instant but you have left me for dead. Why have you abandoned me?
Remember the great times we had? Remember how it was last fall? You couldn't leave my front. Remember how you cuddled up to me on Monday mornings with a cup of coffee and ESPN highlights? ...and Monday Nights?! Oh my! Remember how you'd lock the children out of the room and it was just you and me? Sure, you got angry with me sometimes. You'd even throw an occasional Frito at me but I knew it wasn't really me you were angry with.
Monday nights seemed to be when you loved me most but Sunday afternoons were incredible too. The way you fondled my channel buttons as you groped for your favorite team or the latest big play, cursing me when I offered you the great deal from your local Ford dealership. I'll never forget the time that I lost my signal and, in your frustration, you spilled the bean dip all over the couch.
Yes, those were grand times for us but you seem to have tossed me aside. Tossed me into a world of cartoons and Lifetime movies. I do my job without complaining but there is not much joy in watching your wife sniffle over sentimental hogwash or seeing your children mimic Spongebob Squarepants.
It will be a long summer for me but I reckon it won't be much fun for you either. I'll do what I have to do to amuse the rabble but I'll be counting the days 'till you return to me when once again we will share the most intimate of bonds between man and machine.
