Best time o' the year

October is probably my favorite month ever, barely edging out December. Why? I like the crisp autumn air, I like football, and I LOVE October baseball. What's more, I entered the world in October! Purely in birthday terms, that leaves only December as a rival to October in terms of important birthdays that are celebrated. I will concede that it probably edges out October by a hair.

We had a big family escapade and went up to Yellowstone this last weekend. It was awesome! Here is Yellowstone by the numbers:

4: number of bears we saw

5: times I tried to hit Brad with a snowball

0: times I succeeded

2: times I hit other people when aiming for Brad

1: pairs of snow/hiking boots I got at Wal-Mart

1: elementary school grade I felt I was in as I wore them with sweatpants most of the weekend.

A lot: number of buffalo and elk we saw
Several: times I mistook my wife for a Muslim or a Ninja as she shielded her mouth and nose from the sulfur fumes that made her feel sick.

12: hours spent riding on the hump in the backseat of the van
23: number of Asian tourists I saw fit into a single SUV, give or take 15.
4: square inches; the area of my Jr. bacon cheeseburger at the Wendy's in Jackson Hole.

They say I deserve a hot, juicy burger. They just don't say how much of it I deserve.

Anyway, I just wanted to point out that the Yankees lost, they suck, and I still remember those people on the Yankee bandwagon back when they were in the World Series. That's right, Christy Dorsey, Sean Bergstrom, and Jeremy Park (no, I will not rock it 'til the wheels fall off).