Tuesday, December 06, 2005


I came home tonight freezing from the outside elements. My toes were as Courtney Love's nostrils, numb. So I drew a bath and soaked my feet. While I was there, I saw all the skin accumulated in calluses from the year's season beginning to wear off.
How programmed has my body become to the Ultimate season. I feel like a molting bird, or one of those arctic rabbits that begin to lose all their brown fur as the snow and winter set in. It's been less than six weeks and I'm jonesing for a game.