There is only one word to describe this week--confusing.  And I hope, dear readers, you can shed some light on the crazy things that happened in the past four days. As usual, it started on Thursday at the auction.  We arrived to find that they were opening two new lanes.  That's right.  Now sixteen lanes and sixteen auctions running at the same time.  We were also told that Lane 16, designated for Chrysler Dealers only, planned to run 500 cars that day.  Please note that 500 cars in about five hours on just one of the lanes gives you an idea of how nutty this place is every week. Plus, the weather was perfect for a change.  Nice and cool.  Just right for eating.  I was glad that I'd anticipated a great day and brought five loins with me.  The first fifteen minutes just added to my high hopes as we sold about twenty ribeye sandwiches as quickly as I could cook them.  Then, it died.  Well, not died.  We were steady.  But by days end, we'd only sold three loins leaving me with about seventy steaks left.  Our drink and corn dog sales took a similar dive and we ended up over 25% down for the day.  And everything seemed so perfect.  Why, I ask? Friday found me in Harrisonburg with a day off.  Of course, Peggy h as her 'Honey Do' list so she kept me busy part of the time.  But it still was a day off. By Saturday afternoon, we were set up and ready for the JMU-Coastal Carolina game.  But, it was unbearably hot.  And, much like the first game, we found things slow at first.  Just too hot for folks to eat.  This gave Peggy and I a chance to participate in our favorite sport:  People Watching. One of the reasons I love doing football games is that there are lots of pretty women for me to watch (except when it is so busy I can't see anyone).  Of course, Peggy keeps a muzzle and a short leash nearby in case I get out of hand.  And believe me, she has no problem in using them. While we were people watching, a lady and her son came  up and ordered a funnel cake.  The lad, I'd guess about five years old, was leaning on the table while I was cooking, and said to Peggy, "You know, the Dukes are going to get beat tonight." Peggy responded, "Really?  Have you researched this?" "Somewhat," the lad stated defiantly.  (I almost fell in the hot oil.  Somewhat is a pretty big word for a five year old.)  "This team has knocked JMU out of the playoffs twice in the past." "Oh," was all Peggy could say, looking at me for confirmation. I just shrugged.  I had no idea.  Later I found out the kid was right, but his prediction sucked as JMU rolled 45-10. A few minutes later, nine Coastal Carolina cheerleaders came by our tent on their way to powder their noses, or whatever.  This led to the final confusion of the weekend. They were--all nine--absolutely gorgeous.  Now, that isn't unusual for cheerleaders.  But, they--all nine--had no boobs.  I was shocked.  Peggy was shocked.  Nine good looking young women, with nice butts and nice legs, and not a boob among them.  Why, I ask? Is there something I don't know about all of that coastal air?  Is there something about getting sand where you don't want it?    Is it something about the tourquoise uniforms?  Confusing!!!!! Shortly after this, we got busy and stayed busy until after the game.  So it was another good outing.  Not a record setter because of the early heat, but a good game. This week is the newest version of hell week.  The auction on Thursday, a high school game Friday night, a JMU game Saturday at noon and a Liberty game Saturday night at 7:00pm.  By Sunday, I may not get out of bed.  Does anyone have a helicopter?