Cutthroat Competition

I'm at a bit of a loss for what to write today, but in honor (solidarity? honor isn't quite right) of the Vikings heartbreaking loss last weekend and the Badger's deflating last-second loss to Purdue last night, I will share a story of a loss I suffered a month or so ago.

For a game night at my apartment, Greg and I pulled out some old classics - Candyland and Chutes and Ladders.


My character was the little dork in jeans and a green shirt. He got stuck on space 99, as you can see here:


Unfortunately, Greg got a lucky roll to win the game,


although Lucy was not impressed.


Finally (and here is where the heartbreak comes in play), my next two rolls after the game was finished were, of course, ones.

A loss

Tuesday night saw a great loss in my life - a loss that has sent me reeling, although I did see it coming. It will be tough to recover from...at least until August. I'm pretty certain I'll get over my grief in August.

RIP right Moccasin
"mo"

(note: I do not, nor have I ever, named my moccasins)

This right moccasin served me well for about a year and a half - the mortal wound along its right side had developed initially due to wear and tear. Tuesday night,
Lucy (see right, in a more peaceful mood)








was insatiable - only one thing would appease her crazy, animal appetite (Duh duh duh...)

And so, I became Lucy's favorite friend ever. All it took was the sacrifice of half of a pair of heavenly footwear that had done nothing wrong.

I think you can read Lucy's eyes in one of two ways here.

1. I'm sorry for devouring your moccasin, Jeff. Please forgive me.

2. So...where's the left one??