Feb 08 2007
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My Tour-De-Bluegrass ended Tuesday as I left for the airport in -1 degree temperatures and reached cruising altitude just an hour or so before six inches of snow blanketed my old Kentucky home.
My last few nights included the annual meeting of the Royal Order of Ground Hogs, where seventy odd people (both in the strange and numerical sense) gathered to celebrate this under-appreciated holiday. New members joined, adding “Hog” to the end of their first names, and an amusing program of ground hog related news and performances was given by members of the borough. George Washington made an appearance in advance of President’s Day, as did his wife, Martha. It would seem Martha has been involved with the San Fran-based drug company BALCO, as she appeared to be about 6’6″ and 350 pounds with a full beard.
The Superbowl was spent with Chad and Mandee. The best pizza on the planet was eaten — LaRosa’s — and the game ended satisfactorily with a Colts win. Congrats Peyton. Everyone can now find someone else to pick on, and his name is Rex. I hear there’s gonna be a new arena team in Cincy playing this year. So if Rex is looking for a job, and he soon will be, he should take a look at the Natti.
In general, I thought the commercials were sub par. And Coke was the worst. I love their animated ads, but when I’ve already seen them before on TV and in movie theaters, it makes me feel like they’re too cheap to make new ones. This is the SUPER BOWL people! You’re COCA-COLA! Spend some cash on a new ad for carbonation’s sake!
So, I landed in L.A. four hours later, got home, and went for a run. It was 70 degrees warmer, and oh so nice. I think I actually got a sunburn.