The 12th DFL cyclocross-dress series has come and gone, and my heads still spinning. It was another huge turn out, but sadly due to my aforementioned, and unplanned dismount, my bloody stump remained safely wrapped and on the side lines. Hightower and I did our fair share of heckling. I have a vague recollection of yelling at English Tom saying 'we are gonna kick your ass just like we did in the war', and everyone finished with dirt in their teeth. Cam the punk ass kid won the mens title, and Ms. April Lloyd walked away with a win over the woman. The best dressed, and the Hunter cross frame ended up getting snagged by McNally, and DFL, again, went to Mani, where he was presented with a case of Budweiser, and a carton of smokes. We ended the day with the standard hijinx durning which time the artist formerly known as (re)Todd(ed) and I upped the ante. I cant remember how it started, but I do know I threw one of his shoes in the bushes, and hit him in the leg with the other one. To retaliate, he enlisted Bee to kneel down behind me. One shove and I was down, smacking my head on the pavement, and opening a wide gash in my scalp. I then faked unconciousness, and a violent seizure, scaring the crap out of everybody. I just may have crossed the line with that one.
I dont think theres enough hours in the day today to make all of my apology calls, so if we crossed paths yesterday, let me just go on record and give a big, good old fasion, "Im sorry for everything."