9-11

This morning I'm driving back from Long Island, and I see a warning sign: "congestion in lower Manhattan."

Yeah, I think. Yeah.

So I take the midtown tunnel instead... and come into the city on the stroke of 8:46, and the radio station I'm listening to goes to a moment of silence.

I drive down 47th Street, and see the firefighters outside their station, in full dress.



You heal, as best you can. You go on. You live.

You never forget.

speaking of sports...

Yep, it's opening day. And the quesiton of the day is: Who are these Giants special teams members, and can we keep them?

*kicks alien pods under locker bench, whistles innocently* Nope, haven't seen anything odd around here, nope...


ARZ 19, NJG 42 (3 minutes left in the 4th Q)


The overall team's not as good as the score would indicate [the Cards fell apart in the second half] but far better than I was expecting to see. Here's hoping it's an indication of things to come, and not just a fluke...



In other news:

42,000 / 55,000 (76.0%)

The light at the end of the tunnel actually IS a dragon. This amuses me, which indicates it's time to take a break...