I keep telling Gary to move out west where you can play every day, but he would rather earn the big bucks and wait for the Falcons to win a Superbowl. As soon as I eat breakfast and feed the horses, I'm going ski mountaineering.
That's it Bob, rub it in. On the upside, it's been near 70 and sunny in Atlanta for the past 8-9 days. The next cold front is due to come in just about the time I hop on that plane for Vegas and DV. By the time I get back on 3/9, spring should be well on it's way here. And then I'll have to start mowing the lawn, dammit.
Like I've told you before, my philosophy is that God invented the jetliner for the express purpose of getting me to the mountains to play. See ya in a few days!
PS - Falcs in SB next year!
