Pictures. Hosted. Now.

Good to see you again, brother. This year was great. Sunday night was a bit low-key, but then again, it always is, isn't it? No one wants to admit the Shootout is over, but we all have to get up and head out of town early the next morning, so things sort of fizzle. No more wreaking havoc until (past) sunrise. Right Kaluga?

My fucking watch died at 1230 EST so John and I thought we were making good time to Midway. When I figured it out, we were 40 blocks from the airport with right at one hour before flight time.

I got bumped off the 305 non-stop to Phoenix at gate A18 and sent back to the next one at 515 at gate B18.

I got bumped off the 515 at gate B18 as soon as I got there to get on the list (fortunately). Then I went all the way back to customer service between B3 and B4 to get on 620 to San Diego by way of Omaha and Phoenix.

I was so caught up in watching footage that I almost missed my flight... Almost.

Just got up to download Tim's footage (he's broodmill, if you guys didn't know), email in sick to work, and take a nice, post-Shootout dump.

Oh yeah. I got home around 9:30PM - It was 90* inside my house with the AC on. Dry heat... ugh. X(