The Pain Train is scheduled for another run tomorrow. 100 miles to the coast from Portland. There are just currently two passengers - 2OLD and one who does not have a nickname yet - could be Blue Max but I don't know if that fits into any nickname realm that we currently have. We'll have to work on one. Who knows, organized rides seem to have a way to give people nicknames. It might be the case tomorrow.
Although this is a Pain Train run, it will be more like a little pain. The target for the 5 hour century is for my August century. August will be a local event due to all of the craziness this summer with moving again and work related absences. So, anyone out there wanting to get on the bus and do a 5 hour century, give me a call and I will let you know when. The Beecher Hotel currently has vacancies.
After traveling this week, I have only got in 20 miles and that was going no where - in the hotel exercise room. The legs feel good and after a few miles tonight, the train will be ready to roll.
Editior's Note: To all the Suns fan out there, get over it! Don't blame David Stern and the NBA. Blame the '97 Knicks and Heat for getting the rule instituted - leave the bench area and get suspended. Granted it is instinct to protect your own as Amore and Boris did. I would have left the bench area as well but there are consequences. On another note, what ever happened to hard playoff fouls? No easy shots or fast breaks? Get over it! Have we all forgot about this guy named Newton and three of his laws? I'll give you a hint: f=m*a. How much does Nash weigh in relation to Horry? With Nash's higher than average flop rating, it looked much worse than it was. Game 6 is on...Are you ready to rumble? But don't leave the bench or you'll get suspended.
Go Spurs Go!
1 comment:
Oh it's on big boi....oh it's on like Donkey Kong. Nash is simply a padawan learner of flops compared to the master sith O-B-1-Ginobli. He flopped at birth, in Argentina he watched Maradonna flop in the world cup and thought...hmmm I think I am onto something.....then about ten years ago, the thought turned into reality when he witnessed the grand Poo-bah of em all...Vladi Divak dive to the floor when Jeff Horny-check breathed on him. And so it begin....the International flop. Since then, there has been only one my friend who has been able to hold the mantle of king of flops....others try to take it from him...but he wills his way to the floor. I can't wait to watch some more of that tonight. Now that is basketball. Good luck to you, Christine and big Pappi on the ride. Christine will find a name soon. Here is one sport where it is not an option for a European to flop.
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