Jinkes. I started in to write about the trip and the
tournament and all and end up reading about the Lord of the Rings
movies. Yeah, baby, I'm the King of Focus.
Neither of us were terribly excited heading up to Kentucky,
not because we didn't like the course or the tournament or the
people, but because we were a bit sick of travelling after the
worlds jaunt. Lucky for us it
was just a hop, skip, and a jump away. If you can triple jump
400 miles (which, luckily, I can). So we went, had a really
good time, spent almost no money (except on gas hauling that monster),
got our asses collectively kicked, and came home.
So I read some of my book (The Last Full Measure) because
I read Killer
Angels years ago and Gods and Generals in KC and got tired
of reading about war and death and proceeded to read the rugby
law book (which I actually enjoy reading, I'm a bit ashamed to
say). In case you were wondering.
Oh, and I'm not sure why I centered all of this lovely
text, but just look at it as an E.E.
Cummings-esque touch. Or not.
