Mi Balon

Today I bought my ball.  90 Pesos.  Up from 75 as I recall.  The Indian pumped it up for me and promised air for the life of the ball. 

My calendar has promised me four solid months to prepare myself for a return to the pitch when i return to the United States of America.

I promised Bicscuit & Bruiser that I would be flying around like a Bird when we gather again.  In other words, coming in especially hot.

None of this comes easy.  You have to want it.  You have to feel it and nab it.  You have to understand what is really at stake, and why.