Up in the lab, cookin' breakfast burritos: a (Bozeman) Bacon family tradition. Call me Chef Boyar-B. Other traditions to follow: skiing @ Bridger Bowl, opening presents tonight, and football, Nat King Cole, and cards after. Merry Christmas, all.
@ Phoenix Sky Harbor, taking the 6:50 flight to Vegas, and then the 9:15 (on another airline altogether) to Bozeman. Wish me luck with the certain-to-ensue airport madness. Yes, this is a pointless status update. Actually, it would have made a better tweet. Merry (almost) Christmas, y'all.
Please, Lord, be with E.J. Henderson. We Minnesotans—especially the tens of thousands who live in Arizona and attended the game last night—are praying for you. We stood, silent, waiting for you to rise from the field. And we will wait, still, for a safe and complete recovery.
Yes, grammar and punctuation are fekking important. I would rather be in the precense of a man eating shark than a man-eating shark. (Who's smart enough to get it?)