On Sunday Colorado Springs Sky Sox manager Glenallen Hill tried to set up some sort of “gum trap” in one of the openings to the dugout:
Perhaps a good idea in theory, but when you stretch anything to its limit something’s got to give:
In the end no one was caught in the “gum trap” and “G” survived the break without gum on his face or in his hair. And if you’re curious, he threw the gum away afterwards instead of putting back in his mouth and re-chewing it. Just the way a gentleman should.
Saw Tom Landry in downtown Colorado Springs yesterday walking to the annual pancake breakfast. Sorry about the UFO/Sasquatch quality of the pics. I had to take this shot with my flip-phone (I don’t carry a camera around when I’m not working):
What does any of this mean? How the hell am I suppose to know? What I do know is that Tom Landry is alive, and wandering the streets of downtown Colorado Springs and that he seems to have a taste for pancakes (and that I probably should carry a better camera around).