Monday, January 7, 2002

Going for Gold in 2006

If weaving and dodging through crowds were an Olympic sport, I think that I would be a medal contender. It must be all of the Frogger I played as a child.

It's a contact sport, too. The other day in Penn Station, I got caught behind Slowby McSlowass and his wife Sloweena (it was rush hour), and I took an elbow to the chest trying to get around them. It didn't slow me down, though. Because a little thing like a blow to the ribcage doesn't stop an Olympic Champion!

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