oh sweet, sweet kate...let us not insult one another's adeptness.

i traversed the ancient incan lowlands dressed as the white powder ranger, and with a mean case of the snivels. i slowed to a stop at the foot of some sort of sun-god altar raised in civilization's awkward toddler years - now draped in thick vines and assorted jungle. i wiped at my brow with a tattered handkerchief…

when i was younger - i thought Hope Solo was amazing, and now...well now i think she's disgusting.

how you boys want it? i just got done shaking dice with larry bird in barcelona.