I Don't Even like Basketball

It’s that time of the year when all of us masquerade as huge basketball aficionados, fill out our brackets and subsequently expose ourselves (no, not like that) as posers. I didn’t make my selections so well—who knew Belmont wouldn’t win the tournament? I surely didn’t (just kidding, I didn’t select them). I did however have Pittsburgh and Kansas in the final; Bob Knight really led me astray on how mentally gritty Pittsburgh was and how they were just going to cakewalk right into the Final Four. Thanks Bob, now MY blood pressure is dangerously elevated. By the way, I could see Michael Ball as the Bob Knight of cycling... he could kick his riders when they displease him, he could throw a chair into the middle of a peloton during a race, let’s face it, the dude is unpredictable.

Anyway, I was in the homemaker mood today—went out and bought a muffin pan and made whole wheat cinnamon banana nut muffins. I have been very disenchanted with the dearth of good muffins here in Fort Collins and figured that I would have to start making them for myself. Nothing holds a flame to the muffins I can get in Boise at Big City Coffee (http://www.bigcitycoffeeld.com/)... Let me know if you know of good muffins in Fort Collins. I hope you’ve had your fill of minutia because I’ve reached my bullshit quota for the day. Cheerio.

Patrick