Snow (Oh No)

It's making national news, this blizzard, and the big picture is that this Wrath of God storm is smothering half the state of Colorado. Here in the Springs, alone, our airport is closed, the post office is closed, and Baskin Robbins is... open.




And yes, that is a skier going down my street.

I hope he found his Saint Bernard.




Everything feels to be in stasis right now. Anyone striving to actually go out and accomplish something, like shop at the mall which opened back up at 2 this afternoon, was due punishment by other like-minded lunatics. Enough of their 2-wheel-drive pickup trucks spun their tires on my street for me to realize the futility of travel today.


Right now there is no safe way to move about town besides dogsled, and I was out of luck; this was the only willing beast available to pull.






Like everybody else around here, I've got relatives trying to book alternative airline flights here in spite of nature's apparent decree. Deep down inside, though, I know my aunts are glad to have this as an unbeatable excuse to stay home.


On the sports side of it, the blizzard also cancelled last night's Nuggets game vs. the Suns. We would be sans Carmelo, J.R. Smith, and our new Blue-Light Special point guard, Allen Iverson, so some of us are relieved that the spanking will be postponed until Iverson can pick up and move to Denver for the game. The heavier sigh of relief, though, has got to come from Iverson, who would have otherwise been subjected to the most haphazardly rushed physical ever performed.

But the Suns are still going to stomp us once the Answer snowshoes into town -- just not to atoms, maybe.