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the best part about sports

This doorway is the best part about sports.  I remember as a kid once in Anaheim we went to an Angels game, and coming up those steps you then see the green of the grass and it's hyperrealistic and you know there is a weight to the proceedings you're there for. You go from the concourse where it's all beer and peanut sales and into the actual Arena, with vast open space all directed to a game played at the highest level.  Sports are awesome.

Nate was nice enough to host me for a Broncos game.  We tore up Ft. Collins and Denver crushed the Raiders, which Nate only learned that I was a Raiders fan after it was too late to back out his invitation.  It doesn't matter.  They're hapless.  Nate wore his Al Wilson jersey, which he claimed would get him tons of free drinks, which, I did hear a few compliments but all his free drinks were courtesy of YT.  I did take a cell phone picture of the Steve Atwater bust outside the stadium; he is responsible for probably my favorite moment of the NFL ever.  Witness.  Otherwise Sports Authority at Mile High wasn't much for hallowed ground.  Nate said the stadium was too vaginal and not symmetrical enough, after which everything had a weird yeasty feel to it.  It was so cold too.   I fell asleep on the car ride home.  Thanks Nate!  Good stuff in the Mountain time zone, my first real foray.

BOY

2015 the year of the portrait

goodbye tour

off-roading

USA Gold

skip

nested if and or

My luck ran out picking winners (as of the all-star break) however I have nearly mastered nested if, or, and and statements.  So I got that going for me.  And I don't have any money on these too, which is nice.

Gramps!

2015 the year of doing portraits

southern soybean field, the edge of it

 I heard a rustling and feared an approaching menace.  Later the white flash of hind would indicate deer, clearly fleeing.

2015 the year of doing one portrait

the last blogger alive

flying kids

DC

Ruth has the prettiest apartment I can remember spending any time in.

This was the Sunday after a late night.  We came around and helped clean up.  P got into her closet and did some color-coding.  I found a beer in the fridge and an NFL game on the television (Houston v. someone).  I pulled up a chair and was in a certain heaven.

a little of an echo with this classic (top picture), a tiny bit.

fall

Downtown Portland

an entire roll - perhaps my best pound for pound roll ever

 stupid crooked face

an out of this world Wilson, NC bike ride, followed by a dinner at a barn in the country.

followed by a legit cocktail party where P and I were among mostly blue-hairs.  I talked to many a man with a pension here.  And chugged Makers.

accompanied by a babe, which helps.

These nuggets.

Then to DC, to chill with my favorite two people Anne and Bartek.  Classic Anne picture here.

The above picture is from later in the night when everyone was a little toasted but then to Ruth's apartment for a steak dinner.  Very very fun.

Then this idiot.  Clearly from the more toasted part of the night.