of fucking course

Nothing like watching your favorite team blow it in overtime only to walk out into the first snow of the year.

Current beer-scale: 8.2



I finally managed a ride this morning, on a sunny but cold 30-degree morning.  As of today I need 10 more 17-mile days to hit 2000 miles for the year, which is sad considering the past two years I've hit nearly 3100.  Oh well.



Just a word to the wise: if you're trying to cut in-front of everyone else waiting to try and get on a packed brown-line at the end of rush hour, AND you're wearing a Packers hat, you're lucky you don't get pushed right off the platform.

You stupid fucker.

Current beer-scale: 7.1