The title has nothing whatsoever to do with what I'm about to write, but Lady was sitting behind me liking some part of her body or other and was loud as all hell.  Hence the title.

Todd came up to Athens a couple days ago and threw on the rugby field with me (he wanted to put a few over the fence).  See, I throw from one goal line so to the other goal line is 325 feet.  The try zone (err, end zone) is 15 meters long on our field, so about 49 feet.   It's about 20 feet from the back of the try zone to the fence, which means our total distance to the fence is just under 395.  Aha!  That means anything over the fence will be over 400.

We threw back and forth 3 times, I think, and Todd put 2 over downwind and none upwind (wasn't really down/up, the wind swirls a lot on that field, but that's a reasonable description).  I didn't put none, nowhere (although I did put at least 5 or 6 over the side fence from where I turned 'em over and the wind came and grabbed 'em and slammed 'em sideways).   

Todd's always whining about how he can't throw 500 feet and he doesn't know why, so when I saw the results from the distance contest at worlds I felt obliged to stick 'em up here.  Fact is, it's hard to throw 500 feet.  There aren't a lot of people that can do it consistently.  How many people are there in Atlanta who, given five throws, can do it?  Chim Chim (who hit 510 in 3 tries at Southern Nationals) and Phil Arthur, I'm sure.  Probably Forrest.  I'd say that's probably all.  These are some of the biggest arms in the world out in an open field trying for nothing but distance and most of them couldn't do it.  (Oh, and I included the womens because I wanted to have Lesli's qualifying crush on record...)

Time to get to work, now.