Especially since I'm rooting for the Netherlands now.
I hope you're looking forward to your freedom--that is, freedom from this blog. Since I won't be stuck indoors Monday in recognition of our nation's birthday, I won't be waisting my time entertaining you. Make good use of your freedom. Happy Independence Day.
Wherein many of you had questions concerning the Viper-Enthusiast betrothal.
Xenia wonders if I'm going to start crossing myself backwards: "So, does this mean you're going to be baptized into the Greek Orthodox church?"
Answer: From what I understand, I'm Greek now ... or least I will be when we marry. Opa!
Despite a rash of misspellings and typos, Jess manages a coherent sentence: "Will we ever get a pic of the Viper in a tux?"
Answer: Maybe from the beard down.
Mike A. is more concerned with my speed: "Congratulations! And, what took you so long?"
Answer: My grandmother said the same thing.
Answer: Depends on the time of day.
Now, onto more typical topics. Barefoot Josh and Miss Zippy had some advice for the race I won't be running this weekend: "I think Josh has the right idea ... I have a friend who is sponsoring a 5-K fundraiser in the evening. It is a progressive run ... stopping every 1/2 mile or so at someone's house for a beer. That's the way to do an evening 5-K."
Answer: Sadly, we're not that progressive here in the great swing state of Ohio.
On that note, Happy Hour is nearly upon us teammates. Have a finely brewed weekend. Don't blow off any limbs during your illegal fireworks display in your backyard. Run well and drink well. Cheers!