Saturday Night’s Alright For Commenting: 12/9/17

This past Thursday night, I was sitting in traffic on my way to meet up with someone for the first time. It was cold and gray the past two days. I was told at work it may freeze and we could start later on Friday. As I sat there, it was raining. Then the rain became thicker, and then it started to flurry, and then I rolled down the window and caught some in my hand.

Yes, it was snowing. Snowing in San Antonio, Texas. I laughed so hard I started crying. It was thickened up into mounds on the side of the highway I was sitting on. Eventually I made it to the restaurant. The walk from the parking lot was something out of The Lion The Witch And The Wardrobe.

When I got back, I went out in the backyard with the old stinky dog. This dog is a lizard. He’s gray and he has the teeth of a Tennessee Titans’ fan. He has all these weird growths; some are pink and look like a coral reef, others are big black boils, and some are just little stalactites of skin. His breath is like a seafood buffet, and his skin smells like old cheese sometimes.

He’s as old as the Earth itself, and yet, he always surprises me. Like “MVP Baseball 2005,“ everytime I think I’ve seen everything he’s capable of doing, he does something I’ve never seen before. In the snow, I would make snowballs; he would cry and chase after them, only to find them disappeared and gone, splattered against the fence. The ones that survived were chomped down into dust. I’d throw more at him and watch him try to catch them in a dark, snowy night that was like something out of James Joyce’s The Dead.

After an hour of running, throwing, and dark beer sipping, we went inside and checked Bitcoin prices. I put a scarf around his head. He laid there damp and curled up. He is now a something I thought he would never be, a snow wizard.

Anyways, that’s all I got. The floor is yours to discuss whatever. Talk about that or whatever else is on your mind—books, movies, food, drinks, music, other sports, hobbies, etc.—in the wide open expanse below. S.N.O.T. is what you make of it. Just remember all the standard commenting rules apply.