Time Flizzies

Where the hell does time go? I guess the combination of wind - cold and a way busy schedule have somehow taken me straight in to the end of February. I have been fortunate to keep my fitness schedule pretty well intact and am ready for increased miles when things finally friggin warm up around here. Enough wind and freexing cold already. Not sure what I was thinking when I left the house this morning but there are 40 mile an hour winds raging - it is below freezing and I chose to ride in today. Here's to hoping the wind is at my back for my trip home - although somehow I always seem to be riding in the wind in both directions. Will make me tougher I suppose. This facebook thing is sweeping the world and seriously cutting into my updates - I know all three of you have been dying to know what the hell I have been up to - although you already know from facebook anyway. I needed more places to babble. The Iditarod Challenge is starting soon - I am pretty sure I still have a link up there - so if you have a chance check out Jill Homer's progress and send her your warm and happy thoughts. I will try and do more interesting things so I can bestow my witicisms upon all. Peace

Belated Resin Recap

I had so much friggin fun once again that I am just getting around to talking about it. As a former soccer player - all I know about playing football I have learned from being a part of the spectacle that is the Resin Bowl. I study the playbook of the big guy in the top right picture and suddenly I understand. Ben was in his first game back since knee surgery - made a cut as seen in lower left pic and his leg was still attached when it was all said and done. Twas the first year that there were second generation Resinites - Ben's nephew Michael and Matt's son Drew they seemed to have plenty of fun - except for the part where Drew was the recipient of a flying body that knocked him out of bounds - welcome to the Resin Bowl son. Next year is the "Official" 20th Bowl and we are aiming to make it extra special. I am hoping that we can go old school and have a little sideline barfing - there has been none of that for awhile which means we are either getting old and lame or that our bodies are processing the alcohol much more efficiently. There is talk of t-shirts, pregame - during game and post game festivities - okay that part kinda goes on all of the time - and a History of the Resin Bowl pictorial. Considering that every year we play and talk about how we had so much fun that we need to play at the six month mark and it never happens - we may just end up being happy with the ever full cooler of beer on the sidelines. That being said - the call goes out to our dear graphic designing friend in the pacific northwest that we miss more and more every year he is not on the sidelines and works for a company that is spelled very much like Bike or Hike - we need a design for a t-shirt and that maybe we would also put on a flag that we can plant in the ground every year to mark our territory. You know who you are - and we need your help. I mean sure I could do it myself but the football might look like an egg and if there were people involved they would have to be stick figures and then I would have no idea how to get that on a t-shirt unless I did it directly with a marker and then would have to do them all by hand but at least if I numbered them they would be unique and might end up collectors items but probably not. You get my point. I truly digress and lose my train of thought. In summary - the Resin Bowl rocks - everyone has fun - my pregame no one play like an asshole speech is either working or we are getting too old to bother tackling and breaking noses or maybe we just want this bad boy to keep on going as long as we can. Long live Resin. Oh and I am proud of most of you guys not being scared of a buzz. Play on.

Join the Fight with Team Fatty

I have no idea who even reads this thing but Stephanie and I have signed on for a cause today. We both signed up to take part in the Philly Livestrong Challenge in August - she is going to ride the 10 mile version and I the 70. I have been following the blog of The Fat Cyclist for some time - a link can be found in the sidebar. His wife has inoperable brain cancer and it is his intention to break team records in not only all four Livestrong regional challenges but to also decimate the overall fundraising record. It only takes a few moments of reading his posts to get excited about the cause. As I not only have family members who have fought their own personal battles with cancer - some of which strangely enough do not even tell me that they have found masses - I have also had a bit of the cancer removed from my neck a few months ago and so this whole thing struck a chord with me. Bottom line is we are going to need everyone's help to even get there as we each need to raise at least $250 to have the opportunity to join the ride. So as we do not have any kids that have been trying to sell you cookies or wrapping paper or other things of the such and as we have not really done anything like this before - we are hoping we will far surpass that number. We are going to try and divide and conquer so as not to hit everyone up twice - I know these are difficult economic times so anything that can be spared will be greatly appreciated. I am going to compile a list of e-mails which will give you a link to one of our pages. In the interim if you really cannot control the urge to donate - by all means check out http://philly09.livestrong.org/saulgood or http://philly09.livestrong.org/princess - if you need any motivation just check out the link to Fat Cyclist in the sidebar. It is my promise that should we end up with a child they will have a direct edict to not harass any of you with their childish fundraising pursuits - if you do not donate however they will have your arse on speed dial. I crack me up.

Resinationability

Yes boys and girls that IS the smell of Resin in the air once again. The boys are psyched for that chance that just maybe this will be their year on the highlight reel - sure the highlight might be some puking on the sidelines or a broken nose or two - but those of us that are not capable of a one handed catch need a moment in the sun too. The girls are psyched to get rid of us for a few hours yet send us off with trepidation as to just what the size of our pupils will be when we return home. I know that at 39 I am just hitting puberty and have plenty of good years left in me - shit I will play on a walker if I must - I just hope my diaper does not leak - although that does make for some good tv. For all those Bowlers that cannot be here for one reason or another - I thank you for giving this soccer player a chance to actually make it in the game in your absence - sure I have no damn idea what the hell they are talking about when they tell me to streak right - just know I have a damn fun time getting there wherever that may be. I think I am going to go out and start training now. Gobble gobble.

The Flight of Time

I gotta say time has flown faster than a mofo this year. Somehow we are midway through November and a New Year is shining on the horizon. Too much fun - too much stress - just plain old? No damn idea but time is haulin arse. I have been extremely fortunate to have been doing a buttload of riding my bike this year. Road rides. Mountain rides. Cruiser rides. Cross rides. Early morning rides. Night rides. Solo rides. Group rides. Rinse. Repeat. Good friggin stuff. I have refurbished a number of bikes this year and I am getting pretty damn good at it. Everytime I finish one project I start eyeing the other bikes on the wall to decide who is next. Keeps me busy - or maybe it is a convenient excuse to be in the garage next to the beer fridge. There are truly worse habits to have I imagine - bikes not the beer fridge that is. Oh by the way - 15 days to the RESIN BOWL - 16 to the RESIN ROLL - the most wonderful time of the year. Ride on mofos!

Seriously Folks

Maverick? Change? Quite gay actually - more so even scary. As soon as I figure out how to link a video - the revolution will be televised.

Shout Out

Just a quick shot out to the new and bound by law - and god - Martinez partnership - is the plural Martini (eye)? I do not know but they are in Aruba right now and they could probably give a crap about my quandries. I digress. I was fortunate enough to be present for the marital union of Janine and Mike this weekend and I had a blast. Had the good fortune of an unexpected mountain bike ride with Jason while our gals headed out at the ungodly hour of 6:30 (AM!!!) to go get coiffed. We only had an hour but it was enough to sweat out all impurities and prime the pump for the festivities that were to follow. The post reception party was a hoot - I was told the hosts had a bitchin tiki bar - they surely did. I walked away from the evening with thoughts of man cave improvements dancing in my head. Can you use a chainsaw on bricks? Just wondering. My bride to be looked beautiful and I cannot wait until she can trade that green gown in for white. Soon. I am not sure where the hell the summer went - but I know I had a heck of alot of fun. Summer recap coming soon.