At Brady's House

Tomorrow, the Patriots will be arriving in Phoenix for Super Bowl Week. They'll be staying just a couple miles down the street from me at The Westin Kierland Resort. We actually went by the hotel yesterday. We sat in the lobby for a bit. There were several seating areas with couches and small wooden tables directly in front of the seats."If I engraved 'Go Pats!' in the wood, do you think the team will see it?", I asked my husband. He assured me that the Westin would probably not appreciate me defacing their lobby furniture.

Around sunset we went behind the resort to relax by the firepit overlooking the golf course and lake. As I looked up at the guest rooms above, I wondered which of these windows Tom will be looking out of next week.

It was 5 o'clock and the sun was getting ready to set when a lone bagpiper in full on Scottish regalia walks out to the 18th green and begins playing. The instrument is mesmerizing and the juxtaposition of the Scottish Highlands with the High Desert was surreal. Nice touch, Kierland.

The Undead Finishes the Race

After 6 hours of running, your not always at your best for a photo op, as evidenced by my friends Finish Photo here.

His thoughts: "Not sure if I was doing an impression of Night of the Living Dead, praying to some god for not killing me during the race, or just prepping for total system failure. I don’t really remember what I was thinking at the moment I crossed the finish line. Perhaps you could all suggest some appropriate captions."

Would it have killed you to hold your arms up at least until you cross the finish line? Oh wait, maybe it was killing you.

Old Guys Rule

I feel like the hare getting dusted by the tortoise right at the finish line.

I totally thought I passed this guy up at the finish and in my confidence I'm seen in this photo smiling and waving at the cameras. There I am at the right with my favorite pink running visor.

"I did it! I rocked! I ran!"

But look closely at the photo finish and you see "Old Guys Rule" slipping by me on my right during my early celebration.

I saw this picture and thought "You must be kidding me!!"

Doing my investigative work, I took his bib number and looked up his time, 5:46:47. The 59 year old beat me by 3 freakin' seconds!!

I guess this old guy does rule. I tip my pink visor to you.