The office has called for an emergency landing as there is actually smoke coming from the cockpit….we’re not sure what it is. Looking around at presstime, I see half the team huddled rodent style in a mass nap in Dave’s cubicle, Gerow is tinkering with what looks like an explosive, Ryan is slathering a slab of ribs in bbq sauce (I guess we know what the Tuesday lunch will be), Lana is luring babies into the crock pot, and there’s some of us in the basement doing god knows what. Anyhow….
Sunday saw a light showing of Ironclad roll down to the Salem-Fairview circuit race, and all three of us got top tens. Crawfy scored 5th after the 3′s animated the race and dropped him off in a good spot for the finishing sprint, and Lana and Travis scored 9th and 8th respectively riding solo in their fields. Good work!
Monday PIR/ST saw Gerow and MK47 throwing punches in the dirt, while Deann Krill was the lone lady on the pavement, taking 5th place all by her lonesome. Last night also saw cheering in the stands redefined…there’s some video of it somewhere and boy howdy is it funny. We’ll dig for it.
Not sure what tonight will bring, but there will certainly be a bunch of us at Tabor on Wednesday!
And lastly, let us remember fondly:
Michael who? Stop celebrating pedophiles! RIP Farrah!
On the medical front we’re plugging along. More on those situations soon….