Unclear as to why I have the stupid "I just won 'The Price is Right' and I'm going to Disneyland in my new Pontiac" grin on my face ... but I sure was glad to be at the finish line and not still stuck somewhere in God-forsaken Hartford.
Actually, the goofy smile was to keep from weeping at the overwhelming sensation of accomplishment, reached at the end of a long line of teamwork, pain, laughter, tears and plain ol' good times.
Two snaps in a big fat circle to All-In, East/West, and of course, Cesar Salad without whom Chicken would have been pounded, breaded and deep-fried into oblivion.
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