When you launched a couple of Wiffle homers on a 90-degree day then came inside with your friends and plowed through about a half-dozen of these bastards ... nobody tells you at the time but that’s actually about as good as life gets.
A lot of people are probably drinking hot cocoa, sitting by the fireplace enjoying the first snow of the year. I am on a plane to Chicago to do big boy business. United Airlines said the weather was too bad to fly. I said get that bird in the air. Attack, attack, attack.