In an effort to satisfy my body and my soul, in my pursuit of basketball mediocrity, I got my Canadian beer fix by reaching for, then quaffing, the end of the world (La Fin du Monde), if my bad french comprehension is correct.
And to fix my constantly ailing feet, a recent meal included chicken feet. Upon reflection, sore feet aren't such a bad thing, given the remedy.
The Canadian beer, by contrast, was delicious. A Belgian style tripel that is bitter and sweet, spicy and just right.
And best of all, the world was still here when I woke up this morning.
I see. At 15 mins a game, I guess that is doable.
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Yeah, Nick's let himself go.
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