It took me 59:47 to mark the Sweet Baby Jesus Memorial 4.96K Race to Hell and Back this morning on the Levy Trail 5K course. Part of that time was spent in the parking lot of the Levy Church of Christ as I explained to a classically friendly Harding sort of man what the fuck in christ's name I was doing.
Through the first two games of the week, the Democrat Football League Packers have played their long-shot chance about as well as possible. We currently lead 31.21-26.45 but are 6.86-point underdogs to the Complete Sellouts. They are the No. 1 seed and have won five Cooper Bowls. We are the No. 6 seed and have won one Cooper Bowl. If we win, it would be a fantastic upset (and I surely don't expect to. I'm the sort who stabs people who believe in destiny), but I have had spectacular luck replacing my injured superstars with guys no one had heard of before the season started. We'll see how they do today and tomorrow night.
Paragraph(s) of the day from A Different Closet
And there was the matter of his lie. He recalled its origin, based on a conversation overheard the previous season between writers in the Texas Stadium press box. It was during a game between Dallas and St. Louis when Keith still wrote for a paper in Little Rock. One of the writers, from St. Louis, was seated a row away. “No, I’m not kidding,” he said. “The paper’s trying to hire a gay sportswriter. Apparently our publisher’s wife is big into gay rights or something. Anyway, Bill Seale, he’s the publisher, funny as hell, kind of a redneck from Alabama and the last guy on earth you’d think would want to hire a gay sportswriter, but that’s what he’s doing. He blames his wife. He said, ‘I ain’t got no choice.’ ”
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