Less Than Our Best is concerned with very little. One of those few interests is The Jeannie Tate Show. The other is acting like we have some expertise in predicting things. Here's a few things that will LITERALLY happen this weekend:
Sure, there's the first Super Grand Prix meet this weekend. And yeah, there's some decent college last chance meets that might yield suprising results. And, of course, there is that US national road championship (with the most anemic field of the year by the way), but this weekend is just a huge bummer compared to every weekend since January.
Fortunately, they invented a little game called beer pong for such weekends.
1) Brian Sell wins his third US 25k title. It's a given at this point. Peter Gilmore hasn't made much noise since I don't know when and the rest of the field lacks any proven competitors. Surely, though, someone will emerge from this field and suprise Sell by giving him a run. Who that will be, I don't know, I don't like trying to predict things.
2) Like I said, not much happening this weekend in our little running world, so I'll leave you with this clip.
As far as I'm concerned, there is no way this was an accident. Mr. Redlegs is far to nimble to take such a spill unless he was somehow sabotaged.
The two suspects:
'Gapper' This bastard son of Snuffleupagus and the Philly Fanatic had it out for the older, wiser, more beloved Mr. Redlegs ever since he came on the scene a few years ago.
'Mr. Met' Blatent rip-off of Mr. Redlegs. A basebell as a head? Come on, New York, don't act like you came up with that by yourself. I'll be at the Reds/Mets series this weekend at Shea, so you better belive Mr. Met will be suffering a similar "accident." Only more painful. And beer will have to be involved.
Sure, there's the first Super Grand Prix meet this weekend. And yeah, there's some decent college last chance meets that might yield suprising results. And, of course, there is that US national road championship (with the most anemic field of the year by the way), but this weekend is just a huge bummer compared to every weekend since January.
Fortunately, they invented a little game called beer pong for such weekends.
1) Brian Sell wins his third US 25k title. It's a given at this point. Peter Gilmore hasn't made much noise since I don't know when and the rest of the field lacks any proven competitors. Surely, though, someone will emerge from this field and suprise Sell by giving him a run. Who that will be, I don't know, I don't like trying to predict things.
2) Like I said, not much happening this weekend in our little running world, so I'll leave you with this clip.
As far as I'm concerned, there is no way this was an accident. Mr. Redlegs is far to nimble to take such a spill unless he was somehow sabotaged.
The two suspects:
'Gapper' This bastard son of Snuffleupagus and the Philly Fanatic had it out for the older, wiser, more beloved Mr. Redlegs ever since he came on the scene a few years ago.
'Mr. Met' Blatent rip-off of Mr. Redlegs. A basebell as a head? Come on, New York, don't act like you came up with that by yourself. I'll be at the Reds/Mets series this weekend at Shea, so you better belive Mr. Met will be suffering a similar "accident." Only more painful. And beer will have to be involved.
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