...on new years day... hold on... let me fire up some U2 on the itunes here... actually ended up w/ 'i will follow'... ah yes...
good day today, made it all the way to 12:05 last night... yes, i'm soft, but it was that or bike, or cab, or whatever into town... seemed... cumbersome... so kicked it at the house, a little madden 06 (1-1) vs. housemate scott...
restive sleep, but for unknown reasons... got up a little before seven, skied in a new years relay... i had the classic leg... i'm embarassed to say, i'd not cleaned, waxed, etc... so my 'kick' (climb) was great, but my glide was ass... so i looked good on the up... (well, i felt good) only to have much lighter skiiers fly by on the descent... oh well... total ski, 8 k or so (5 k warm-up, 3 k race, pretty much maxed out at like a 2 mile race pace intensity, i.e., i went to the place where you taste the metal in your blood in your mouth)...
came home, slightly burned the potatoes, but not enough to throw out... amazing... 15 seconds of sear makes a lot of smell... added some turkey sausage, some cream of mushrooom soup... and then, the first annual summit high school new years day game...
now, this could have been anything... in the time since we scheduled the game, oh, 2 weeks ago, we've gone from 2 feet of snow covering everything, to torrential rain that erased the snow, to a new rainstorm leading to highway closing flooding, closed underpasses, etc...
and i'm not counting the locusts.
i live a couple miles, and 50 or 60 vertical feet (doesn't seem like much... but it mattered) above town... my house has 6 or 7 inches of snow... i wore plastic pants, waterproof jacket, took gloves, etc... and a white garbage bag... turned out to be perfectly good weather... 35 or 40, just cool, and the field was basically dry, w/ little patches of vestigal snow...
oh yes. and some dog shit. what is it with people. this is a park. a play field (aside, lemon (a much underated song ends, and new years day begins... rock on ireland, prior total wierdness))... a soccer field... during the year, people are pretty good. they even have this metal dog shit picker upper bag dispenser, next to a garbage can. what could be easier? But the snow flies, and everyone starts acting like the snow has magical properties that dissolve shit. I apologize to sensitive readers, but only shit captures the connotation of wet, residual dog crap remaining after snow has melted...
but, statistically, the turds only covered .001% of the field or something (somewhere, jim is firing up the spread sheet... assume slightly smaller field, average turd area...)... so any way...
anyway, ended up w/ 14 total, played make it take it mini 4 v 4 w/ 4 sitting until the last 2 showed up... and the tykes nearby finished up w/ the american football... then, the game to 7, i buy winning team cocoa.
i think the teams were fair, i'd like to think my throwing makes an advantage, but the balance seemed reasonable... final score 7-6 as we scored the upwinder on a short throw to the designated goal scorer... the only time we'd run a play, but the game was getting a little one dimensional... i'm sorry. i have tendencies... (pride-in the name of love). Did you know that it is reported (apocryphally, i'm afraid i don't have solid source available. please investigate, and comment)...
anyway, followed through, sprung for the hot chocolate for the winners. say what you want about corporate america... here's to starbucks being open on jan 1.
so i'm officially calling it the 1st annual new years summit alum hat tournament.
year's record: 1-0.
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