While my experience with Canadian sports television has been nothing but positive (big ups to the Brier), I have a special place in my heart for Don Cherry and Hockey Night in Canada. I salute ESPN in bringing the Don into the fold for their otherwise forgettable playoff hockey coverage, but the glory of Don is not to be tamed by any network, regardless of which side of they call home!
Apologies for the belated wrapup. Asheville? What a fantastic town. Gorgeous mountain views all around, a great little city with a solid commitment to the arts and a ridiculous bounty of good restaurants (and, more importantly, great breweries). Started the weekend with top-notch BBQ at a local joint I'll recommend to anyone who finds themselves in Western North Carolina. My brew of choice for the weekend was Firewater IPA, I highly recommend it if you're in the area.
Darth's employer is a new sponsor of the local minor league team, and he actually got to throw out the first pitch the night we went to see them play. I can vouch for the fact that it was a strike, however I'm still waiting for a copy of the excellent pic Mrs. Darth took of the moment (radar clocked him at a nice even 50 mph). Good news - the Tourists were victorious over the Catfish.
The best part of the weekend? This little rapscallion right here:
and then I swear I'll get back to my blogduciary duties to you, loyal readers. For now, allow me to continue the theme from my earlier selfish post. I appreciate your understanding.
That said, there's so much to appreciate here. Grant's mulletude! Geraldo on bass! Joan with her original (or at least original replacement) skin! Bob with hair! Snappy fashions all around! A stage set to die for!
Sometimes dreams really do come true. Thanks to Matt and everyone on the Interwebs who helped inspire this kid from Downers Grove to make something of himself. I love all of you, especially you.
The new firewall at work prevents access to all blogspot.com sites, and there's no better place to blog than at work. So there's that. And the "amicable separation" part of my newfound bachelorhood has apparently ceased to be amicable, so I guess I need to start looking into hiring a lawyer at some point. Yuck. I hate lawyers.
Plus, I've had a busy, liver-unfriendly week, featuring a day trip to a ballgame followed by a pubcrawl around my old stomping grounds, and a ridiculously good beer & food festival, among other silly, booze-infused events. Today is Day 3 on the wagon, and Darth has promised a low-key Memorial Day weekend when I stop by.
Enough about me. This blog is for you. And for you, I present the Evolution Revolution:
Whoops, gotta run! To celebrate this glorious event we're having an ice cream social downstairs as we speak. Thanks a bunch for picking up the tab, you guys are the bestest.
it would have scarred me more than the night I hid under the couch and watched my parents put Christmas presents under the tree and then eat the cookies I left out for Santa.