The Boston Marathon

Almost everyday when Steve comes to work he's walking gingerly. Sometimes he
comes in and you can see he's in some serious pain. I know how he feels so I laugh
and ask him "Well, are gonna skip running today?". Nah. He goes out there everyday,
rain or shine, hot or cold, pain or no pain. Runs 5, 10 , 15 miles, whatever is in the plan.
And now after about 15 or so marathons it finally paid off. Yesterday he ran a time of 3 hours,
19 minutes, and 3 seconds. Good enough to qualify for "The Boston Marathon", which is
supposed to be some big dot deal up north somewhere. Anyway drop him a line and congratulate
him.

The Sikeston Agreement!

Years ago in a state named Missouri four Rugby players were traveling
by car to Cape Girardeau to play a match. One of the said players had partaken
in the pre-game ritual meal of Taco Bell to go! (or some other gas inducing meal)
Anywho, the smell was so noxious and heinous that the other passengers dam
near choked every time the offending gas was released. Something had to be done!
As they were passing though Sikeston, MO an agreement was suggested and all
the passengers agreed that from this day forward anytime someone cut a fart in
a car he simply had to say Sikeston alerting all other passengers to immediately
and as fast as humanly possible roll down their window. For years after that whether
going to a game or anywhere really, the Sikeston agreement saved a great deal
of nausea. I recently had to introduce the Sikeston agreement to a new team.
See, my 6 year old daughter hadn't been "potty" in a few days and driving to my parents
house for Thanksgiving she was basically choking up the rest of us. At that point
I explained the agreement to my family as a joke. Well they took it to heart and
now the Sikeston agreement has been re-introduced to a new generation. Only problem is
now they can't wait to cut one so they can yell it out!