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Today Al endured a fucking DELUGE and installed the triple panel slider and a triple panel casement at the back of his house. Both window and door were delivered at 7 AM. I considered calling an audible and letting the project wait until tomorrow, but both door and window are unfinished wood. I just did not want to risk letting them sit out in the rain. So it was TO WORK:

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The job went very smoothly. There was some waiting around during absolute biblical downpours. But other than that...smooth. Tomorrow I've got to Tyvek and rigid board insulate the exterior where I cut down the old siding. I've also got insulation, sheetrock, and electrical work to do inside. (Not to mention molding, spackling, painting etc etc etc) But I don't think all that will happen tomorrow.

Tomorrow morning is the LIRRC 10 miler. I plan to run it with Brooksy. I'm feeling rather battered. But I'll do what I can.

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Al calls foul on a fat golfing fuck:

ORLANDO, Fla. (AP)—PGA Tour golfer Tripp Isenhour was charged with killing a hawk on purpose with a golf shot because it was making noise as he videotaped a TV show

Isenhour was with a film crew for “Shoot Like A Pro” on Dec. 12 at the Grand Cypress Golf course. The 39-year-old golfer, whose real name is John Henry Isenhour III, was charged Wednesday with cruelty to animals and killing a migratory bird.

The charges carry a maximum penalty of 14 months in jail and $1,500 in fines.

According to court documents, Isenhour got upset when a red-shouldered hawk began making noise, forcing another take. He began hitting balls at the bird, then 300 yards away, but gave up.

Isenhour started again when the hawk moved within about 75 yards, Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission officer Brian Baine indicated in a report.

Isenhour allegedly said “I’ll get him now,” and aimed for the hawk.

“About the sixth ball came very near the bird’s head, and (Isenhour) was very excited that it was so close,” Baine wrote.

A few shots later, witnesses said he hit the hawk. The bird, protected as a migratory species, fell to the ground bleeding from both nostrils.

Let's start with a simple premise: golf is not a sport. It is a pastime, one that is enjoyed by fat, obnoxious fucks. Here's just one more example of why these assholes should smacked upside the head repeatedly. These douchebags should spend there time playing with their balls and leave the fucking wildlife alone. Can't you just hear the asshole? "The audacity. A bird on my course."

Anyway, al just want to say fuck you to Drippy Isehole.

In other news, Al is racing a 10 this weekend with his buddy Brooksy. Brooks is a fellow triathlete who is looking to do his first 1/2 marathon in May.

Brooks and Al have been rapping about all the interesting bi action happening in Spring and, wouldn't you know it, ole Fred is interested. (Just say "bi" and Fred's ears perk up.) Freddy boy is threatening to plod through a du. We shall see.

Al also wants to tell you about one of his favorite workouts:

I run from my house the 2 miles to the Y. Then I do 2 miles on the indoor track--upstairs over the Bball courts. Then I run home. I love this course cause I get to feel like Prefontaine for a little while.



I get this feeling screaming around this tiny fucking track. It is one of those little indoor Habitrails where 18 laps = a mile. The course is always cluttered with old fat fucks in denim waddling through a 1/4 mile or so. (Now tell me this...why do these fucks always walk in denim? Don't that hurt? They got thighs galore--all of them. Don't they chafe?) Anyway, try running an 8 minute past a group of fogies on a track that size.


Powerful, baby.