In which the source of our serious fandom is explained

Debate: Shock of all shocks, the morning began with scraping ice off the windshield. But not that much, and one was off to the races pretty quickly, listening to Nilsson advising me to turn on my radio and hearing poor poor pitiful Warren Z complain that the young girls won't leave him be. There are worse ways to start a morning.

Word on the street is that bad weather is icummen in this afternoon, so we're accelerating the schedule as much as we can, which isn't much. More importantly, today's quarterfinal round has moved to tomorrow, so people heading for the hills today will reach them in plenty of time, while those of the elimination stripe will chime in tomorrow virtually. I'll leave tomorrow afternoon, after the worst is over. 

It must be Big Lex weekend. 

Sports ball: In recent years I've gotten marginally interested in football. I was saddened by Buffalo's loss yesterday, as I considered them the local favorite in the playoffs. With the exception of San Francisco, the closer a team is to my house, the more likely I am to root for them. SF is the exception because I once had a $1.00 49ers tee shirt I picked up at the local outlet mall, which insured my partiality until the grave. Who can argue with the $1.00 tee shirt?