bicycles, penguins and natives oh my!

Lance Armstrong won his seventh Tour de France, and now he’s retiring.
It’s about time. We can now quit letting him win. All the other racers didn’t want to beat him and hurt his feelings. Lance might get upset and depressed.
The cancer could come back. The seven-time champion wouldn’t have the heart to keep up the good fight. He’d eventually pass away and the guy who beat him would was Armstrong’s death on his shoulders.
I wouldn’t want that either. I’d let him win every race as well.

Crosby is a Penguin, which is fine by me. It’s close enough to Canada that real hockey fans will make the trip to see an amazing athlete.

I managed to out party a native. Well not really, he drank a little bit more than I did. I think it was a bottle of Vodka. We both had the same amount of beer though. It’s still the closest I’ve ever came to keeping up with a aboriginal drinker.


Am I a cold heartless bastard just because I don’t cry at weddings. Two people getting married just doesn’t hit any emotional cords. The Death of Superman and Simba’s dad plummeting to his death somehow managed to get me all misty eyed. I guess real people just don’t cut it.