Brady's touched a nerve, and not the one inflamed by his "tennis elbow."
Stay with me now, gang--it's about to get all meta up-in-here. Self-referential, postmodern, pastiche-riddled.
But it'll both shame Brady for his recent absence and make him giggle. Maybe.
"Ack, thpppt!!!" he says? I respond thus:
Okay, back to Milton for me. I'll post something next week about my cleanse, crappy Twin Bing road race, and decent (first EVER!) mountain bike race. But I gotta solve my Milton dilemma first. Like my man Byron said, "Since Eve ate the apple, much depends on dinner."