Yesterday I eschewed the twelve hour pre-game marathons of coverage leading up to the championship game so I missed all the heart-warming rags-to-riches success stories, the riches-to-rags cautionary tales, and the miscellaneous blather used to pad out hour after hour of build-up towards the actual on-field portion of the program.
Read the full post >>Something I learned today: don’t order a root beer at the Nancy Whiskey pub. I went to lunch there today with coworker Matt. I ordered a Diet Coke, a solid, dependable, honest drink. Matt ordered a root beer. He would not get it. Instead, from the bar came an incredulous reply, “Root beer!?! We don’t serve root beer!” He was appropriately shamed. It served him right.
Read the full post >>This week has been rather busy and, frankly, I’ve been slacking off the blog. Well, no more, sir, no more!
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