And of course speaking of which, I went video-cruising this morning. Oh to be 16 and dumb again--rocking 3x hoodies, dying to go to a black school, and in love with Chili. Damn, she was a dime. I have no right, because it really wasn't all of that, but I miss 1992.
A 63-year-old explains her love of the sport. "It's cold. Every time I get in, it's cold."