Was a huge pain. This is mostly because, as of this writing, I have been awake for about 35 hours painting/cleaning/moving into a new house. Then I had to write this. Of course, just like the last "Hidden Gems", it was all fake. Big props to Dr. David Thorpe for fulfilling my last-minute request to help me clear some of the work out. He's responsible for a whole 20% of the jokes here!
I was going to do a big Daily Dirt about the moving process and my Wii, but that's going to have to wait until next time since I fell asleep writing this. Seriously.
Because of moving and finals we had to skip over PW last week, but fret not! We'll be back the next time our slot comes up and we'll never miss a PW again. Scout's honor. Keep emailing me questions about your favorite sport and I'll try to answer them in the Ball Bag section.
Usually I put a wacky picture or something here and then wrap up. This time I won't even do that. Instead I'll thank everyone who takes time to write in. I love hearing from readers and I always try to reply to emails.
The singer dove off the stage and crowd surfed in a sort of reverse funeral procession where the person being carried is the only one truly alive. Touching him I felt religious ecstasy and started speaking in tongues and requesting songs that didn't exist.
There's no easy way to put this, so I'll tell it like it is. Bouillon is died. He went missing before the weekend and yesterday I found his skeletonized remains at the bottom of the #3 soup vat during one of my swims. I thought the cream of mushroom soup had an especially nourishing taste, and a lot more clumps of fur and skin than usual.
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