Hi everybody:
I feel crappy about missing practice, but I think it was for a fairly good reason.
Remember my shitty '79 Volvo? Well, upon my return from Alaska, I found that some crackhead had blown out my side window, ripped apart my dash and STOLE MY RADIO! OUTTA A '79 VOLVO! It was worth maybe ten bucks, at best. In the time it took to steal and fence it he coulda made more money working at McDonald's.
Combined with the fact that every part of my brakes were grinding and I was using the e-brake to stop, I decided it was time to retire the old girl...
I called a grisly old Swede in Ballard named Nelson (!) who has a Volvo-only wrecking yard and asked him how much he'd give me for my car.
"What year is it?"
"'79"
"Then that's how much I'll give you for it..."
"WHAT!"
"Whatever year your car is, that's what I'll give you." (sigh.)
Anyway, I declined and gave my faithful steed to a friend of mine who just had his car stolen and spent all day today buying a truck. Afterward, I had such a good time playing with it that practice dawned on me just about the time I realized it was too late...
At least now I've got something to pack scuba, ski, and camping equipment into and can still park at Costco and not worry about door dings.
Sorry again about missing practice. I've been practicing my ass off after the holidays and I'll be ready to help kick some ass on the Doolittle Raiders. (great name!)
See you all then, if not before.