It's snowing outside which essentially means that Winter begins and ends today (at least where I live). The Groundhog is not going to see his shadow. That's how it works right? Too bad. I was looking forward to six more weeks of winter. I love snow. I probably should have thrown a stick of dynamite in the little bastards hole this morning.
I could sit her and write a post about how much I hate drivers that go into full blown panic attacks over the sight of a single snow flake. I could also bitch and moan ad nauseam about the fact that I live in a place where plowing isn't factored into the city's budget. But fuck that. I'm in a good mood today and like I said, I love snow.
When I discovered that it was snowing outside my biological instincts kicked in. I got dressed in layers, grabbed a football and headed outside to collect the following personnel: The Apologist, Willsix, Kim Jong Ramone, The Birdman, and any other neighborhood miscreant I could dig out of a snow bank along the way. Along the way I found two Healy's, a Marshall, a Kelly and 11 other random nameless faceless kids.
We went to Hillside Elementary School and played football for at least 4 hours. By the end of the game we were soaked and cold. We never dressed appropriately for snow, but this delusion is taking place during the mid eighty's, and things were different back then sony. The game was amazing! The final score was 77 to 3. My team won of course.
After the game we dropped the miscreants back into the snow banks we found them in, and headed over to The Birdman's house to warm up, drink hot chocolate and draw superheroes for a roll playing game that we liked to play. (I've got a thick black notebook full of these drawings, and I will post those pictures some day). If it snows again tomorrow we might go and shovel some driveways for money. I'm sure some of these fucks will want to go sledding at some point. If they twist my arm hard enough I might cave in and go with them.
Out here in the real world it only snowed a couple of inches. Allyson and I are getting our taxes done today. We're also going to continue getting ready for the arival of Corky Jr. Shit... we might even take down the Christmas tree today. Do you think the Doctor would give us permission to go sledding? It's week 17 of the pregnancy. She should be strong enough to handle a good hill at blinding speeds. Right?