by George James Â» Fri Aug 20, 2010 5:36 pm
Never talk to the pitcher while he's got a no hitter going though.
Nice use of 'Mets' and 'playoffs.' Very clever getting those two words into the same sentence.
Yeah, well don't worry, it ain't happening this year!
I must say, though, that was the most consecutive nights of eating chili dogs that I have ever had in my life. (too bad it didn't work
by coloradokevin Â» Thu Aug 26, 2010 10:42 pm
Personally, I think I'd be far more interesting if I went with something like this:
I arrive at the trailhead around noon, wait for the clouds to build, and then exit my vehicle wearing nothing but flip flops and a Speedo. Then I fire my gun into the air at least four times while letting my dog run in circles chasing the wildlife. Once my dog poops on the trail, I start climbing while looking for the sacrificial mountain goat that I must slaughter before reaching a summit.
by Rich H Â» Fri Aug 27, 2010 8:12 am
If I see a raven or crow I consider it good luck...
It's odd you say that Rich H, as I tend to believe that too (maybe I am a bit "superstitious" after all). My husband and I both comment to each other, generally above treeline, when we see a raven or a crow as to how "now, we'll have a successful summit".
Heck, those birds hang out around summits and ridges all the time catching updrafts and the like.
As if none of us have ever come back with a cool, quasi-epic story instead of being victim to tragic rockfall, a fatal stumble, a heart attack, an embolism, a lightning strike, a bear attack, collapsing cornice, some psycho with an axe, a falling tree, carbon monoxide, even falling asleep at the wheel getting to a mountain. If you can't accept the fact that sometimes "s**t happens", then you live with the illusion that your epic genius and profound wilderness intelligence has put you in total and complete control of yourself, your partners, and the mountain. How mystified you'll be when "s**t happens" to you! - FM