There is no thrill left in putting 20 G on the playoff games,
sitting at a $1,000,000 poker table, or following the Great Karl Wallenda over
the high wire of the Niagara Falls.
After this week we have to up the stakes.
The odds at auction time were getting worse, six degrees Fahrenheit,
a 20 KMH wind coming from the north, wind chill who knows what (ink freezing in
the pen where it would only write half a number), snow and ice on everything
and couldn't use water to clean anything as it only makes it worse on the frozen
rags, nobody, nobody in the building, simulcast locking up (probably because
the computer got frost bite), cars lost by drivers all over the 200 acre lot,
snot freezing up as our people courageously did everything they could to make
them all sale ready, dead batteries, out of gas, sliding into one another, and
off we go. No turning back or quitting
with sore
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