Last night, sport and I went with about half of my department to the local Red Hawks minor league baseball game (complete with midwestern "O Canada," "God Bless America," "Star Spangled Banner," AND musically-accompanied fireworks). After the extremely pleasant evening watching baseball players get ejected and random crowd members getting beaned with merchandise and baseballs, my colleague Marshall turns to me and asks "so, you're going to blog about this tommorow. Right?"
I don't blog on demand, my friend.
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"marshall"--I like that. Pancakes before a run (see next post)--that's brave!
Pancakes never really bother me. Some people swear by drinking coffee before a run. As long as I have at least an hour, pancakes do the trick.
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