Snow and Rain in the Mountains

In a mood right now about Corporate America. Went to the insurance company to get proof of insurance for the truck and they said my policy was cancelled in 2003. WTF! I gently and patiently asked the keyboard pounders behind the counter, "Who have I been paying for insurance since then? And when I forgot one month earlier this year, who called me to tell me I was late?" I watched them fumble around for thirty minutes, then told them I call them back and left.

Took this short week off from work to have some quality time with the daughters. It didn't quite work out that way, but that's cool. We all have our own lives and they intersect from time to time. My Christmas present is everyone is home and not in the hospital.

I managed to get Trina's PSP hooked up to the wireless modem. Let's not discuss how long it took and how many emails I had to send to tech support. The point is it is done. So there.

In other news that doesn't matter to the 1.5 billion citizens of the PROC, not to mention the other 4.5 billion inhabitants of this Big Blue Marble, my Yahoo! fantasy football team finished in first place for the season. In earlier blogs, I said I had abandoned the team earlier in the year because I thought the players I got in a random draw...sucked...really sucked.

Then Carson Palmer (CIN) and Shaun Alexander (SEA) went and had MVP years, and the Bears defense rediscovered itself. With a overall record of 13-3, let's give it up for the Carson Wolverines, champions of Yahoo League 67799.

(My "real-life" OFFL team crashed and burned and finished with a horrible record this year, though not bad enough to get Reggie Bush in next year's draft, but let's not talk about that. :-) )

There are a lot of good sports stories out there this year to negate the bad taste left by steroids, T.O., and the loss of an NHL season (they are playing again, aren't they?). Since I'm a baseball guy, IMO the best story was about a ball team that came out of nothing and won their first World Series since the early part of the Twentieth Century. The excellent White Sox pitching staff will be fodder for discussion for decades and their manager kept all of his players focused on winning. The first series of the post-steroid era may have been a television ratings yawner, but it will serve as a model for teamwork for years to come.

And I almost picked Lance and Numero Sept because I wanted to say, "Hey, Pierre and Jacque, you STILL haven't won the Tour De France in over twenty years. In that time, Americans have won it 10 times (merci beaucoup, Monsieurs LeMond and Armstrong). If you're gonna expend all that energy bitching, you ain't gonna to win for another twenty years. Please get over yourselves."

Went to the gym and dialed up the settings on a stationary bike, so the calories below are not right, but the bikejournal's calorie counter doesn't have a lot of flexibility.

Distance: 3.1 miles
Time: 20:00 minutes
123 calories burned