It's On

This is a phrase we often use, but never really think about.

What exactly is on? Is the heat on? Hopefully not while we're not there, but I'd appreciate it if someone could show up around 5 and warm the house for me every Friday.

Are the lights on? Again, it'd be great if someone could turn them on for me before I get up to the BJL. I have an irrational fear whenever I arrive at the house first that tonight is the night the naked ninja hits me with his poison throwing stars and makes off with my valuable US Open duffel bag circa 1999 (seriously, is anyone else afraid when they show up first?).

No, what is really on is the season. There's snow on the ground (really, I've seen it) and I've already got four solid days riding/drinking/and falling on my ass with some really good people. Hugh's posts are starting to get me stoked to get back on the hill again and my new found prowess as a candlepin bowler gives me another platform to heckle my superiority over my long-time riding buddies.

Ok, this is the first and last self-serving, feel good, gimme a hug, rub my belly posting I'll drop.
Moving forward with this season, please keep three things in mind:

1. Remember to lower the heat to minimum when you leave
2. I'm a better candlepin bowler than you
3. Holding a beer does not count as icing your wrist, no matter how cold the beer

And with that advice, it's on,

-bb