- - Thursday, December 11, 2003 It's Christmas, you Hoe, Hoe, Hoe. Let me explain this, plain and simple. I try to be good. This is the main objective throughout this whole short track experience, honest. Granted, my halo may have slipped down around my ankles a few (dozen) times, but when your favorite athletes wear skin tight spandex you have to overcompensate to avoid the obvious reactions...which would be eyes falling clean outta your head, jaw scraping the floor, and spending your last pennies of hard earned money to fly to - eh - Marquette? Yeah, you follow me. So, all the while, you're expected to maintain your composure, keep an even keel, yadda yadda. But there's this unforeseen evil that goes by the name "Short Track Photographers". Sure, the title sounds perfectly harmless, they're just doing short track enthusiasts a service. Merely capturing a moment on film. That, my ST friends, is what we call "BS", and we ain't talkin' college units here. *ape suddenly becomes easily distracted* Hmm, speaking of units...here's exhibit A-A-O, and you, the suffering public, can be the judge. Exhibit A-A-O *evil grin* Perfectly harmless. Jerry, why oh WHY couldn't you have waited to put up this gallery AFTER Christmas? I was SOO freakin' good this year, and I had a Zamboni-size Christmas loot coming my way, and here comes this photo. Alright Santa, I confess. I've NOW been a very, very naughty girl.

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