An Evening to Dismember

Monday, November 24, 2003 -- Apparently I was the only one who loved the boys enough to travel to Yorktown to watch them lose a couple more basketball games. Zach and I were up until 2am cutting up what appeared to be an endless supply of antelope parts. "Can I go to sleep now dad?" "No son, we've just got one...uh... two more shoulders before we're done."