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Man oh man, winter is right at the doorstep. I mean WIthin the next month there will probably be at least a foot of snow on the ground. This I'm none too pumped about.

I enjoyed the summer and the fall. It was beautiful. I loved it. There is nothing like wild colors and 70 degree weather. It's amazing.

Well the Eastern Bloc sex kitten officially got deported, or went back for school or something. It was fun while it lasted, but I'm sort of glad she's gone. I suppose check back in a couple weeks when I'm crying in my bedroom corner by myself.
As for other women, there isn't much on the docket. But for some reason, at this point, I'm OK with that. Really I am. One of the first times in my life I have no qualms about women, and am enjoying my time by myself.
I mean I've always been sort of a one man band that enjoys flying solo, but am moreso than ever before.
As for work, it hasn't been too bad. It's the pay that sucks. I wish I made more, but that's OK. Everybody wishes they made more.
Was a pretty wild weekend. One for the books in fact.
There was a mustache ride/bar hop in town. Well, everyone that I know that attended had something happen to them.
Let's look at the victims.
Geenis — detox and arrest. Swollen face, broken bike
Erin — Completely broken bike
Spencer — Hurt back, scared for his life (this is a good story for those that want to hear at some point. Even if you don't know Spencer).
Luke — Torn up shoulder. Yup, tore it up riding Gee's bike to his house. I may or may not have had 11 teen dozen beers in me.
Regardless, crashed the bike jammed my elbow up into my shoulder. I hate doctors so I figured I'd wait it out and see if it didn't get better. Well finally went to the doctor on Thursday. Torn AC joint, torn cartlidge and a 10 % chance of a torn rotator cuff. Nice.

But it was well worth the weekend and everything else that surrounded it. Epic would be the word to describe what went down. TOo many funny things to worry about broken bikes, hurt egos or painful body extremities.

The football gods have taken no pity on either of my Buffalo-like creature teams.
The Bills are horrible. Trent Edwards is...... I don't know, fill in the fucking blank about what a piece of shit waste of space he is.
Colorado is horrible. Cody and Dan Hawkins are......Again fill in the blank. Use derogatory words, hateful words, what ever you want. But that's my feeling. I wish I could like two other teams but I can't. It's a curse. A curse of unholy bounds, that ties me down each weekend, hoping that for one good year of my pitiful football rooting life, that the Football Gods pear down, see the intense pain, and bless me with 8 fucking wins. I would take 8 at this point. Right now between the two teams we're at two wins. Would it surprise you, Luke Nation, to see at the end of the year to just have two wins.
Fucking football.

Well football (high school variety where the Steamboat QB could start for CU right now) is about to kick off.

But I'll leave you with the.....

HEF of the week
Should and certainly is falling off the bike and tearing my shoulder up. Great drunk injury, right up there with breaking my nose on concrete steps. But here's a doozy. Driving back from Denver after covering state golf.
I have some fast food with me. Well the burrito spills all over my lap, my water does the same thing, can of chew blows up in my face. Snot rockets out of my nose. I think I get everything under control and go to take a sip of my Ice cold Coca-Cola. Miss my mouth and dump it on myself.