It rained for eighteen hours from yesterday afternoon through this morning. When it started, the temperature was 74°F, a Levy record for the date (I think). Now, at four minutes before noon, it's 38, and I'm disappointed. I was hopeful that global warming had finally taken command.
I'm not sure what effect the cold had, if any, but my legs felt downright springy as I walked and jogged the Maple Street Loop this morning in 27:28, and they still felt good late in the afternoon, as I inched forward with the Hash for 40:08, by the Arkansas River on the Little Rock side near the I-430 bridge. We were in woods so thickly littered by fallen trees that I'm sure we didn't go quite two miles.
The San Francisco 49ers pounded the Green Bay Packers 45-31 in the NFL playoff quarterfinals last night. I am disappointed, of course, but remain moved by the game's historical significance. In case you missed this morning's headlines, no NFL quarterback before Colin Kaepernick had won a playoff game with tattoos all the fuck over him. I'm sure tattooed people everywhere are delighted, except perhaps in Levy and Wisconsin.
I PLAN TO STAB...
...the next public address announcer who tells people to remove their hats, or to stand. Believe it or not, most of the Americans in the bleachers are patriots and know what to do when the Star Spangled Banner plays. I wonder when these motherfuckers will start reminding them not to chew gum unless they've brought enough for everyone
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