The elusive Gravy and I rode out to Eagle to chow down on some nachos and brew Saturday night. The nachos were fantastic, the beer was frothing and cold and the ride back seemed to take only half as long.
We ended up having a nightcap or three while watching the Celtics-Bulls game, where I also pontificated on running vs. hitting a 90 mph fastball. It was intrigueing conversation, to say the least.
Great ride, Gravy. The rest of you are weenies.