happy friday to ya, you guys!

Another three days have passed since the deadline for the money, and with 32 days until the shoot I have no idea what to expect. Getting nervous now.

I've sat here for ten minutes trying to come up with something for this, but nothing's coming.

That's two Wolves wins against recent Championship winners.

I'm trying to temper my excitement, but if the Tin-Eared one had been called for that late charge, the Wolves may already have beaten both of last year's finalists this year.

To the Trinket, to the Kernel, to famished pete and to the Calf. To Sheenie's fight. To socal's new gig. To the show getting picked up. To meat finding his place in Ireland after it beat him down. To Mag conquering another country. To The Boy getting accepted to the alma mater. To Beau & Stef, to nib & Linds, to Daneeka's Ghost and his wife and whatever he's going to nickname his kid. To those of you who passed the bar. To the memory of CarterHayes's stepfather. To E-6, AMR and anyone else who makes my taste in music better. To the many of you who play Werewolf and Spookymilk Survivor over at my other place. To Sean, who makes this website clean and quick, and who isn't quite as guarded in person. To Jeff's congregations - both the one he serves in his church, and the one he serves by doing such great work here. To ubes's return. To the semi-retirement of our Boss Emeritus, whom without we'd just be a bunch of nerds scattered about the country cheering for the same laundry. To all of us - the religious, the secular, the leftists and rightists, the college sports lovers and college sports haters, the married, the engaged and the still looking, to the kind, the surly, the sarcastic and the level-headed. To the World's Greatest Online Magazine.

I raise my bottle of Sierra Nevada Celebration to y'all. I love you guys.

The highlight of my professional career happened in 2011...the call from just a couple of weeks ago, obviously. This year was a good one, outside the mixed bag in L.A. Enjoy New Year's responsibly, Citizens.

While talking to Sean, it occurred to me that we're shooting a show about the apocalypse in 2012. That seems like a cash-in, but I swear it's just a coincidence, since it was conceived about four years ago...

Sean and I caucused at a Catch-22 sports bar last night. It's a natural pairing - Sean is guarded and doesn't talk much, and I rarely shut up. What about the other caucus? Did that happen?

Your new cup, gentlemen.