I walked Levy Trail South this morning 32:39. ...Joe apparently got into a knife fight with a raccoon or cat last night. Dr. Weiner said I can pick him up from surgery at 1 p.m. today. ...Joe is home and miserable, which is a good thing, long term. I'll bet he doesn't beg to go out for at least a day or two. All the fucker can do is walk lopsided in a circle. ...The squirrels earned their first Mammal Game victory this morning, 7-6 over the dogs. It was a longshot effort, kind of what I hope for out of St. Mary's in the NCAA Men's Basketball Tournament. St. Mary's out of the West Coast Conference, not Mount St. Mary from the Arkansas 7A Central (though some of those Mount St. Mary teams would have been manlier than most teams in this year's NCAA). The ghost of Pam and I have St. Mary's losing in the championship game to Villanova, 77-73. If that happens, Joe, Jr., and I will be able to retire about eight minutes earlier than we initially hoped. ...By the way, we're playing against other Little Rock Hash House Harriers, not other newspapermen. The paper hasn't had a bracket pool since 2018.
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