Well, we (meaning me) decided we should get closer to Arlington on Friday so we could get in some more tailgating time with all our (again, my) Seminole friends there. The downside is that we will be in Monroe, Louisiana Friday night instead of New Orleans. Not quite the party atmosphere. Also, we will miss all the bacchanalia of Southern Decadence (and I'm sure there will be some trannies there that will miss the big, strapping Sloth boys). If we can keep our Heisman-winning quarterback out of jail, we should whoop up on the cowboys and begin our juggernaut to a repeat championship. Then two 12 hour days to the metropolis of Idaho City (choosing a motel was easy since there is only one). We are down to five Sloths, so logistics should be significantly easier.
Minimal training continues: I'm up to about 100 or so miles a week, but I just can't stomach the "session IPAs". The problem is, in the back of your mind, you know if you wimp out one day, there's a SAG wagon that'll take you to an ice cold beer.
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