The first outside ride of the year (#dontjudgeme) deserves a blog entry, I suppose, but there’s nothing to write about. I flattened my tires while trying to pump them up (#dontjudgeme), derailed a chain going uphill (#dontjudgeme) and infuriated the neighbor’s dogs with my bright alabaster legs (#sexywhitegeek). Otherwise, it was a good ride for a furlough day.
Later today the Pro Football Hall of Fame announces this year’s inductees (mandatory mention of Jerry and Emmitt) and there’s room for three more nominees. I’m rooting for Russ Grimm because of my fond memories of the Hogs (he’d be the first), Don Coryell, and Richard Dent.
Tomorrow is the annual Game-To-End-All-Games and, most times, it’s a yawner. Predicting a Colts victory and rooting for the Saints.
Monday begins the slowest month of the year: the space between the SB and Spring Training. Nothing important happens, sports-wise, except for Daytona.*
In March, The Bride and I will be in Arizona with some awesome folks to catch some baseball. In the meantime, the second hand on the clock will barely move.
(*Shut up, NBAers. No one takes your game seriously. Two-thirds of your teams go to the postseason. Get real.)