Back in PDX

So a funny thing happened the minute I landed in Portland last night. It started snowing and my fucking phone died. Guess which of those is the funny one.

Portland locals handle snow only slightly worse than they handle getting a slice of real muenster on their vegan breakfast platter. Schools, highways and state government offices closed, the roads that are open are littered with Volkswagon Bus pileups and the news runs feature stories on what locals are doing while "trapped" inside their homes (answer: smoking pot and playing Scrabble!) This is what I left the East Coast for? Actually, yes.

Football started at 10am today. Two of the guys I'm staying with are brothers from New Hampshire and they rejoiced as Peyton "Silver Platter" Manning and the Colts went down and then I danced several jigs watching the Redskins wallop the Comboys on national TV. This train is bound for glory.

Speaking of glory trains, my fantasy football team, barring a monster game from Brett Favre tomorrow night, will move on to the Super Game against Todd or Tim Marvin. Only bragging rights are on the line but, when Todd is involved, bragging rights are everything.

Days Left to Rawkus Bacchus New Years Debauchery Debacle: 13