Cheese Goo and Cactus

Spending a few days hanging out with Tri-Daughter #4 near Arizona State University, staying at a really nice hotel. 65 degrees during the day, 40s at night, crystal clear skies, great running weather, great pool-side sitting weather...just all around damn great.

Ran some hills this morning and now I'm sitting watching bunches of constipated-looking corporate pukes wander around the resort looking brain-dead and lost, saying things into their cellphones like "Equity benchmarks demand that we achieve customer-oriented logistical re-engineering through forward-looking, reciprocal, multi-location synergies." (Translation: our customer service sucks so y'all get together and fix it.)  I guess ya don't necessarily have to be from Kentucky to talk funny.

The hotel has, of all things, a tequila bar. The night-time view across Phoenix was spectacular and the margaritas were the best ever, but I still can't stand straight tequila - not since a certain college-age bacchanal. Blech.

The tequila bar carried the NFL Network so I watched a replay of the 1997 Super Bowl in which the hated, loathsome Green Bay Packers LOST to the Denver Broncos. I LOVED watching the Broncos' offensive line turn Gilbert Brown into a big, fat quivering tub of cheese goo. Now if only history can repeat itself.