Now I know where I rate

My boss, Executive Editor Ed Dawson, says he received one of those invitations to a Christmas party at the governor's mansion next month. I didn't get one. I'm so heartbroken. No need to check my mail every day now, unless someone plans to send me a photo of O.J. Mayo standing on a pink bridge and holding a "We Are Marshall" poster.

I couldn't have gone to the party anyway. I'd have to go out and buy a decent tie. I hate ties. I've written about that before, but I'll say it again. I hate ties. Useless pieces of fabric good only for covering your shirt buttons.