I'm currently writing the greatest story ever for thespoof.com, currently in draft form
here. If you played (or still play) Track & Field (and/or any of its sequels) like mad and you'd like to be immortalized in commentary on the growing Konami doping scandal, reply here with the initials you used as your "name". (I'm changing the Pixy-Stix angle to steroids, since cutesying-up the "drug" really doesn't alter the main conceit of the story and distracts from the
current-events parallel.)
Sam and I are brunching fiends.
pegster last Sunday,
cricketnyc today. (Though Sam is feeling a little under the weather. OK, a lot.)