One Season Ends, Another Begins

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Translation (from my daughter's typing):

Deer Season is over. This year, I vacuum sealed my hunting apparel. The deer won't smell these clothes until next year.

Press Conference

I guess I'm back...
http://youtu.be/iGij4JkEiKU

twin beds

Why are they still putting double beds in hotels? Just think this through with me. If one person gets a room, they only need one bed. In which case, I would think for the sheer comfort and stretch out ability, that person..sed person would prefer a nice king size bed. Assuming that there were 2 persons occupying the room at the same time, such a "married" couple would prefer the comfort of 4 sets of toes at the end of the bed as to provide warmth. Such a couple wouldn't dare have separate beds. Now this is not because they wouldn't want their own space but simply because no room offers 2 king size beds. Now, you might be thinking that you and your best mate(as in the British term for a friend or buddy) want to share a room as to keep the lodging price down, there might be such an instance where separate beds would fit the plan. I immediately declare shenanigans. It is strict guy code, that even if there are 17 beds in one room, only 1 dude can occupy a room at a time. Despite the cost, you bunk in the car or cough up the pounds and get your self a room mister.
On a lighter note, the folks at Chipotle BP jacked me tonight and gave me hot salsa.
Chipotle - 1, Julian - 0.
buenos noches

That's Just How It's Done...el punto.

I DVR'd two sporting events on Sunday. One of them made me remember why hard work always pays off, and the other reminded me that in the game called sport, luck is only preparation slapping opportunity in the face and there is never an exception. Tiger Woods has a ways to go to regain top form, and therefore hit the ball with just a hair better accuracy than I did. We shouldn't feel sorry for him; we will hope that the nasty sickness in his stomach called defeat will do what it always does to athletes.

But, the victory of the day that will be overlooked by 95% of all American sports writers was the Swiss powerhouse, Fabian Cancellara's incredible solo victory on the grueling cobbles of Roubix. I can accept that the USA is not all that into cycling, but it's hard to dismiss what an absolute fit of dominance he has displayed 2 Sundays in a row. This is where I would normally tell Tom Boonen and George Hincapie that I am sorry, however; I am not. You see, the best man wins. If the margin of victory is defined as luck, then that was one serious 5 fingers across the face that Mr. Preparation gave Opportunity. Cheers Fabian!

How many comebacks does one man need?

After one full week of vacation, very few phone calls, and only a few read emails (not that I didn't recieve a lot, just that I went on work email strike. This normally backfires come Monday morning, and that's why I took Monday off. You see, I'm smarter than you think. Wonder who this is going to make my Tuesday lunch plans?), I could be making a comeback into the athletic area. After being drilled up and down the hills of Denver, NC today, I feel ready to clean the bike off and do it all over again. I even took it in the gutt out on the golf course. Just as Tiger missed three great opportunities to birdie today and be tied for the lead going into the final round of the masters, I also showed less than stellar results posting a firm and realistic 103 in 18 holes of non regulation play. No clubs were harmed in the outing, however; I did enjoy one highly non organic hotdog that ooozed with chemicals and artificial sweeteners. I guess that doesn't gel too well with my "NO FARMS NO FOOD" sticker on my car, but let's face it. Jack O'Lane threw a little Pepsi in the blender a couple of times to spice up the blend and you know it. Let's just do a 7 mile run in the morning, and see if we still want to take over the world. Oh, and yes...little tiny Messi weaved magic again to settle our interhouse rivalry as Barcelona defeated Real Madrid. Guess you folks will settle for the title of Fake Madrid for another year. I would like to offer you some nice parting gifts. Tell them what they've won!

I was wrong

I thought that I could scare hackers away by threatening to go to twitter. That was a weak attempt to get these watch salesmen off my back.

So this will be the last week of this blog. You hackers can go mess up someone else's good time. Now, all I have to do is figure out twitter.

Chao

Hacked!

Seriously, who hacks people's blogs these days? That's just ridiculous!  I have been hacked badly 2 consecutive times.  Unfortunately, all this hacking is running me away from one of my favorite past times of blogging.  I am considering going to twitter.  Yes, I said it…twitter.

 

 

STOP HACKING ME!!!!