Bungmont

Well, some not so great news.  The Bromont Canada Cup was yesterday and it was not a good day for Champion City.  Roddi had a rough day and his new, fast legs, were broken and didn’t work worth a poop. 

Evan was at the race and was floating on the uphills but he cramped repeatedly, much like Pete Sampras in the 5th set of a marathon match.  Tennis fans know what I’m talking about.  The only difference is that Evan’s cramps were of the menstrual oriented style.  Yikes I guess it was bad.

I can only call my race a bad day because last weekend I was rolling along pretty smooth and fast.  It’s not really possible to be strong one weekend and then lose all of your fitness by the next.  I think my problem this time was that it was rainy and cold all week, thereby not allowing Hot Sauce to get a good, “leg tan”, and then I could not concentrate because my legs were too shiny much like Gretzky’s silver stick that he used in the 90’s to distract lousy goalies.  The Great One and myself are quite similar, the only difference between Wayne Greck-Ski and Rotti 2 Hotti, is that my wife is much more lovely. 

Okay, that’s it for today.  I’m still mad like a grizzly bear that has been sprayed by a skunk, and has a sliver in his nose, and has hemorroids, and who is also mad because he can’t get any good hibernating in, and doesn’t like mushroom soup, and is still most angry about Ryan Smyth being traded, and I probably will be upset for a few more days.  If you see Roddi in the next little while, don’t try to feed him any treats or you might get your arm torn right out of it’s socket.  PAAAAH LEEZ, be careful. 

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