A personal journal about teaching the Bible and ancient Near Eastern history/theology/religion/archaeology to university students in New Orleans, and whatever else happens to be on my mind.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Barathon
Usually I'm cynical about such things, but how could this not be destiny? Six bars, six beers, six miles. I've been training my whole life for two of those three things. Therese has vowed to beat me. We shall see...
Yeah, sure Chef Who Dat, get a buzz going with your fake stache's spirit gum and then beat me with your wooden spoon. But as far as drinking and then running to get another beer, you will only see my backside.
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Can I vow to beat you too?
Yeah, sure Chef Who Dat, get a buzz going with your fake stache's spirit gum and then beat me with your wooden spoon. But as far as drinking and then running to get another beer, you will only see my backside.
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