I have (almost) successfully killed another week.  Last night I dropped by the Brooksider and found a big bunch of old men hanging out.  Carl, Zim, Chad, Martin, Belanger, Brice, Falstrom, et al;  I think we pretty much had representation from all four corners of the city.  I guess the occasion revolved around the basketball games, but it was so stinking loud in there you couldn’t hear anything.  Eventually this crowd filtered out, and I stuck around a while longer to hang out with a table of 20-somethings.  This was every bit as bad an idea as it sounds.  I am way too old.  Do not look for me down there tonight.