I was so close. I nearly made it. I almost went the entire winter without having a significant illness. In case you are wondering, and missed You Missed It last Friday, there was no Minute last week not because I thought we had President’s Day off, but I was sick. Horribly, horribly sick.
I had the flu, which I came down with the Saturday of that weekend. I’m not talking about the give-me-some-Theraflu-and-tissues kind of flu, I’m talking about the get-the-hell-out-of-my-way-I-need-to-get-to-the-bathroom kind. And, of course, it had to happen to me on a weekend, when everyone else is out doing whatever they want. I was stuck listening to the television.
Ever wonder what it’s like to lie there and listen to National Treasure, it’s only slightly better than watching it. Continue reading The McBournie Minute: It’s good to get sick


It never fails. If I come down with some horrible, nasty illness, it happens over the weekend, when I should be enjoying my time off. Then, I get better once the weekend is over. That’s what happened to me this past weekend, and also why my column wasn’t up on Monday. I was in bed or huddled over the toilet for my President’s Day weekend, so this time I’m going to do it right. I trust you’ll be right there with me. If you were busy meeting Wayne Gretzky this week, odds are you missed it.