It would seem that I have lost the title of Household Champion and let's face it my chance at regaining the unified belt is slim. It isn't the Grind, it is the Sudoku. Sure the Grind favours Donna. She isn't dragging up the same massive carcass that is glued to my bones. While I'm not quite double her weight, I'm closer to double than I am to her actual weight. Disconcerting, isn't it? And of course, being an Ironman finisher, she certainly has a better endurance background than I do. Except of course when it comes to movie marathons, which let's not kid ourselves presents a certain physical challenge. So, although the scale, if you will, is certainly tipped in her favour, I do have one card to play: I am more willing to hurt myself in order to win. So the Grind will be mine again.
Sudoku on the other hand, well, no degree of effort will change the outcome. I'm averaging roughly a victory roughly 1 in 8 times. So, combining the two, ain't looking so hot.
Oh well, it was good while it lasted. At least Donna is gracious in victory. Like, this morning when she offered me more coffee, "Would you like a top up, Loser?"
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4 comments:
Perhaps Movie Marathons could be the 3rd event: LOTR, Star Wars, Star Trek, Godfather, Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th, etc...
She would have no hope. I like it.
I was just listening to "fast cars" by the buzzcocks as I read this entry... What a great song!
-sparky.
You're right Sparky, it is a great song.
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