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My Turn
August 31, 2006Since none of those scooters in the Sports Department will let me do it, this is going to have to be my avenue.
Here are my football picks of the week 1- high school:
1. Holliday vs. Windthorst = Windthorst in a big one
2. D.Hill-Jarvis vs. Hirschi = Hopefully Hirschi
3. Old High vs. Sweetwater = Old High, I like the new coach
4. Rider vs. Frenship = Frenship. Rider's playing with the "bigger" boys now. I hope they can pull it out
5. Decatur vs. Burkburnett = Even though it’s unlikely I'll vote against my alma-mater - Burk.
6. Iowa Park vs. Argly = I'll root for Iowa Park
7. Midland vs. Graham = Graham
.....
8. Pottsboro vs. Henrietta = Henrietta
9. Archer City vs. Muenster = I thought Muenster only had beer fests - Archer City.
Man this is tidious, and I'm not even 10 games in. Maybe I don't want to do it. How about a compromise?
I'll just pick the bigger games of the week, and some of the area teams that matter.
I'll show that rascally Sports Department.
And finally, just because I live there, I give my seal of approval to the City View Mustangs. They play next week, Sept. 8, but hopefully Coach Hicks can save the ship.
Posted by Clayton Hein at 4:12 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)
$10,000 tip
Who in their right mind is crazy enough to give anyone a $10,000 tip?
Well it just happened.
In Hutchinson, Kansas, at an Applebee's (considering a career change at this moment) a "regular" customer gave a women bartender a $10,000 chunk-a-change recently.
The customer's identity is being disguised at the moment, but was he feeling well that day.
Did he accidentally put not one, two or three, but four extra zeroes on a $10 tip.
He had to have been crazy.
Or this women bartender was serving something other than alcohol at the bar.
I really don't want to say sex had anything to do with it, but that's what immediately popped in my head when I found out it was a man giving $10,000 to a women for a $26 meal.
Maybe she just deserved a little something extra, and this guy's entire credit limit was what she needed.
I sure could use an extra $10,000 for something like that. Who doesn't?
Applebee's is going through the channels right now to verify the authenticity of the tip, and it looks like it's going to happen.
Well congratulation for the good work, Cindy Kienow.
You must have needed it.
Now let’s see if she does the even bigger "thing" and donate it to charity. Well, not all of it...keep a little somethin' somethin' for yourself.
Unless you win the lottery - the odds are in your favor with that luck - enjoy it while you can. You can't take it with you.
Posted by Clayton Hein at 11:31 AM | Permalink | Comments (1)
Pickle Juice Sport Pt.2
August 30, 2006Amid all of the hostility over the first posting of Pickle Juice Sport, I have decided to write another. It’s mainly because my opinion doesn't matter. But readers still want to know what other people think.
I was actually surprised to get so much feedback/comments. Thanks for reading folks. It would probably have to be the most read - by amount of comments - blog I've done.
So here goes nothing.
I still am not going to drink Pickle Juice Sport. It's just the idea of it all.
When I was younger I stole a couple of drinks. Hated it then, and would probably hate it now.
I remember quivering in my boots when I saw my brother going for that jar. It just wasn't a pretty sight to see.
During my Hotter'N Hell coverage period I walked by the Pickle Juice Sport booth a bunch of times. At the first thing I noticed was the type of people at the booth.
They were good-lookin' folks, but also like they just left their Abercrombie & Fitch day job. It was a different type of promotion that only usually works for a bad product.
"Well at least if the drink sucks, I get to check out some amazingly hot guy/girl," is most likely the average response of the person walking up to the booth.
And I'm not saying the product doesn't work. They've handed out pickles at rest stops at the Hotter'N Hell for a while, and I've heard of its benefits.
But what happened to just eating the pickle.
I'm guessing it’s a get rich quick scheme. Sell the pickles in a jar, with a diluted concentration. Then take the more potent concoction and repackage it.
Just a guess.
Posted by Clayton Hein at 10:17 AM | Permalink | Comments (1)
Pickle Juice Sport
August 24, 2006
Hang on a second, I just threw up.
Jason Witten, the All-Pro tight end for the Dallas Cowboys, is endorsing probably the grossest sport's drink in the entire history of sport's drinks.
The Pickle Juice Sport truck was seen last on Scott Street headed south.
Tell it to go back where it came from....
How could anybody in there right mind want to quench their athletic thirst by chugging down a 32 ounce bottle of pickle juice.
Don't people usually throw that stuff away anyway?
I see the idea behind the drink, but why call it pickle flavor.
It's supposed to have more electrolytes, and that's everything a competitive athlete wants. You have to replenish the system at times.
During long bike rides, pit stops will offer pickles to riders to bring their salt levels up. Sometimes you could collect a salt shaker worth of salt by just wiping a rider’s leg. Or so I've been told.
I wanna be there when someone buys the drink, who didn't lose a bet.
Jason Witten must have wanted to take a publicity leap into the lion's den. Pro Athletes always have some type of crazy endorsement, like candy bars, or barbeque sauce, but pickle juice drink?
Disgusting. It's as simple as that.
So if you happen to see a bottle, buy it for me and mail it to:
Clayton Hein
1301 Lamar
Wichita Falls, TX 76301
Or just send me a review. I wanna know who tries it.
Posted by Clayton Hein at 9:37 AM | Permalink | Comments (3)
Big Red Sports and Imports
August 23, 2006WWLS - 640 AM in Wichita Falls - main source of advertising revenue is the now legendary Big Red Sports and Imports car dealership in Norman, Okla.
The broadcast that usually shouts the dealership from the rooftops is the Sports Animal.
Well the animal needs to rethink some things.
Listening to the channel Wednesday morning I realized these guys still back the dealership that shafted their favorite Sooners.
The were trying to defend the fact that college athletes, based on OU's ban this week, should still be able to work at a car dealership.
I call that a bunch of bologna.
WWLS is talking crazy talk. I remember the radio personality talking about the fact that now college athletes have one fewer place to work at now that they can't work at a car dealership.
I bet I could move to Norman tomorrow and find a job within 48 hours.
It doesn't take much for anyone to walk into a huge city and land a job at the mall. It may not pay much, like it would from making a corvette car deal, but it pays the bills for a scholarship athlete.
They cover Oklahoma athletics, even that sorry sport they call high school football up there. (No offense high school football players who live in Oklahoma.)
But that's mainly what those guys who work at that station do.
I'm sorry to say it, but I'll say it again and again.
College athletics is one step away from being as corrupt as professional leagues.
Posted by Clayton Hein at 9:33 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)
Bad Decisions
August 18, 2006Somebody I know, who knows somebody else, was involved in a drunken driving incident Thursday.
That person just so happened to be celebrating his birthday the other night.
I guess he had one to many. Then he made the decision whether or not to leave the bar behind the wheel of a one-ton weapon.
He just so happened to hit somebody Thursday morning. And according to Friday's paper, the person is in ICU in serious condition.
The person I know said they tried to wrestle the car keys from him that night, before he could leave.
It's unfortunate he couldn't get them away.
When do people draw the line in the sand on whether or not they feel sober enough to get behind the wheel?
What are the guidelines? People know their bodies, but should it be a case by case basis?
Drunk driving, last time I check, is the number one killer of the innocent. (Next to war)
I don't condone anyone driving after they've had too many, but I'm sure a lot of people have.
I pray for the mistakes I've made in the past about some of the decisions I've made.
I know at times I shouldn't have done what I did, when I did them, but I did them anyway.
I'm sure every Thursday night, or any college night in Wichita Falls for that reason, there will be at least one person driving around when they shouldn't be.
So back to my friend who has the friend.
I'm not saying it was right, but I'm guessing he thought he was "good" to drive.
You can only do one thing, and that's pray for both parties. I'm still doing it for some of the stuff I've done. Somebody was looking over my shoulder.
Posted by Clayton Hein at 9:32 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)
C-Nyle
August 17, 2006The Wichita Falls rapper, aka Cedric Gray, is doing just fine, according to a family member.
C-Nyle is awaiting trial on a federal case in which he's accused of drug distribution.
The day he was arrested by the local police the day they asked Hasting to remove his CD's from their shelves is still fresh on my mind.
I couldn't believe what I heard.
A recording artist said something somebody didn't like and the police asked Hastings to take it down.
I didn't know the police department had the audacity to do something like that. The song in question, "Mr. Officer Pt. 2," is Gray's view of the justice system in the area.
He called one cop a fag and the other a racist.
I say listen to the song yourself.
A reconnection with the CD this past weekend on a road trip spurred my interest in this latest blog.
For a rap album, C-Nyle's second CD, and his for that matter, his first CD, are both pretty good. It was surprising.
I didn't know someone in Wichita Falls had that much talent. It was amazing. The boy could sing too. His rap was raw, but so was the feel of the CD.
I didn't grow up in poverty or the East Side, but I'm guessing his CD captures what it was like.
And Gee Well, the producer on both projects, is "the Dr. Dre of Wichita Falls," according to G.P. the owner of the 10th street music business.
But I'm pulling for C-Nyle.
As a Wichita Falls artist, he is the best of what I've heard recently. The other stuff is under-developed junk.
Hopefully he skates on some charges and gets back to capturing the side of Wichita Falls nobody wants to talk about.
http://www.myspace.com/cnyle940
Posted by Clayton Hein at 11:07 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)
Divided Town
August 16, 2006I'm not going to throw anyone under the bus, but I was talking with a Rider football coach the other day when something he mentioned caught my ear.
He said that Wichita Falls should re-open Washington Jackson and close down Hirschi. Thus having, and creating a three-high school system that would totally divide Wichita Falls.
He suggested that Wichita Falls redistrict the school system, stop doing this silly little busing thing it’s got going right now and make people go to school where they live.
East Side would be Washington Jackson students, and mainly black. Old High would be Old High, and mainly Hispanic. And Rider wouldn't change, and be mostly white.
Then I asked the coach "what about just having one Wichita Falls High School?" "Rider could be senior-junior level and Old High could be freshman-sophomore?"
The coach then replied by asking me about the schools name change that would occur (if it would happen) and if "people would go for that?"
I thought why the hell wouldn't they?
Wichita Falls would dominate sports...in my mind anyway. And instead of all this Rider-Old High rivalry, yes everyone likes a good rivalry; we would have a united city (hopefully) devoted to the benefit of one.
If Wichita Falls was so drastically altered, like the Rider coach suggested, two schools would suffer, one more than the other. But in time, both would go down the toilet.
Washington Jackson would academically, unless there was a reinvigorated East Side (which won't happen) and then it would suffer athletically.
The property around Old High isn't getting any better any time soon, so I'm guessing people, mainly the white majority of Wichita Falls, would uproot again and move to the West Side of town.
I kinda see what the Rider coach was talking about, he's a nice guy by the way, but I don't think he could have been more wrong on this one.
Who would you root for — Washington Jackson vs. Rider, or Wichita Falls West vs. Southlake Carroll?
Posted by Clayton Hein at 9:34 AM | Permalink | Comments (1)
One Heck of a Day
August 11, 2006Grass fires have ravaged Texas, especially in the last two years. But Thursday I got up-close-and-personal experience of a wild fire.
The day started just like every other one. I was about to go to an interview regarding foundation repairs when I noticed a plum of smoke filling the western Wichita Falls sky.
Little did I know about 2,000 acres in Electra was burning up into the air.
I didn't really know a good direction to drive, so I just took off.
I figured when I got close enough I could just guesstimate its actual location.
Driving on 367 the smoke appeared to be getting larger and larger. Smoke from a grass fire is usually a white/gray mixture, then out of nowhere areas of black smoke (which usually signifies a structure) started to breathe the Texas air.
I wasn't sure what to expect after that. At worst someone's house was burned down. At best it could have been tractor tires.
I finally pulled up on Lazy J Road in Electra - the start of a crazy, hectic afternoon.
I get out of my truck, leave the windows rolled down, the doors unlocked and the keys in the ignition. I figured I could ask some people some questions and hop back in my truck and go back to the newspaper.
I knew finding a source would be difficult until my knight in shining armor, Lt. David Duke pulled up next to me.
I lean over his passenger window to ask him some questions, and the next thing I knew I was driving along in The Duke's (sorry, just love that nickname) SUV.
I figured, why not...I'll be back in a hour, tops. Boy was I wrong.
We started driving down Lazy J Road, and for those who don't know. The Duke is with investigations at the Wichita County Sheriff's Office. He runs reconnaissance to spot potential problems of the fire. Lee Bourgoin is the "commander" of grass fires. The both tell people where to go, how to get there and how quickly they need to get their butts in gear.
The fire was amazingly awesome. I've never seen fire run, but it was booking at about 3 yards a second.
About two hours into this thing I hear dispatch comment that the fire was picking back up in the southern area of Lazy J Road.
"HOLY CRAP THAT"S WHERE MY TRUCKS AT!!!" That was my internal monologue, but used with harsher words.
The Duke is thinking the same thing, but the road to get back to my truck is blocked off. Both by flames and the smoke, which just so happened to be thick as pea soup. (I never thought I would ever use that analogy.
At that point I just say forget it. I'm alive, he's alive. The fire at this point is about to circle around us. It’s heading north toward Byrd Road. It’s heading north, jumping Turkey Creek and towards Lazy J.
At that point I start throwing out Hail Mary's. I don’t' remember being that scared in a long time. I know The Duke is usually in those types of situations, so I figured I was in good hands.
The fire finally dies down enough -- about 4 hours later at this point -- so we can check on my truck.
And thank the Lord a sheriff's patrol officer, Ray Shults, saved my transportation life. He moved my truck out of the way of an encroaching fire.
I owe Mr. Shults more than a shot...I owe him the whole damn bottle of whisky, or tequila, or whatever that guy drinks.
Almost 6 hours later the fire is basically controlled and I drive home. My adrenaline is pumping. I feel like I just escaped death's grasp.
Thank you volunteer fire fighters. Thank you The Duke. Thank you Ray Shults. You guys are awesome.
Posted by Clayton Hein at 9:37 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)
Carmike Vs. Cinemark
August 10, 2006The two movie theaters are a rumblin' and Carmike is throwing some heavy blows.
The only movie theaters in Wichita Falls worth visiting have been competing like crazy to draw a crowd, but Cinemark is just jabbing it out.
It seems like the last 10 good movies have gone to the mall.
But I'm tired of the mall.
The loudness, the hormones of teenagers -- hopefully I'm not getting too old.
But the new movie screen is 10 times better the slowly deteriorating Sikes 10.
The stadium seating...the reclining chairs...the ambiance. (Can a movie theater have ambiance?)
I've seen Superman at Sikes, Miami Vice at Sikes. I would have preferred to see them at Cinemark. Who wouldn't have?
I get frustrated every Friday when the movie listings come out and the mall gets the big release.
The dang theater was just built less than a year ago, and they're loosing business because they can't compete -- or won't pay -- for the better films.
Talladega Nights is at Sikes...and to what do my wondering eyes should appear, but World Trade Center at the mall.
What's a guy gotta’ do to see a good movie at the new theater.
Although you can't get refills on a large soda (over $3, which was a surprise the last time I went), I though that was a courtesy for the large.
I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place.....see the new "hot" movie at the mall and not enjoy the experience (because that's what it should be), or see a second-rate film at the new theater?
Is there relief in sight?
Posted by Clayton Hein at 10:51 AM | Permalink | Comments (2)
bad to worstest
August 9, 2006Maurice Clarett has fallen from grace. Once a football super star at OSU...the Buckeye has messed up every chance given to him.
IF he would have only played the “game.”
I sorry, but it looks to me like college athletics are corrupt. Ever since his original story broke....heck even since the death penalty SMU got a number of years back, college athletics -- mainly basketball and football -- have gone off the deep end.
Maurice had it easy. But he messed it all up. I'm guessing he got caught and ratted the wrong people out.
Last night Maurice fell even farther from grace. He was driving an SUV when the cops tried to pull him over. But he decided to run.
He probably ran because he had a couple of handguns and an assault rifle in the car. AN ASSAULT RIFLE!!!
What the heck was Maurice doing with an assault rifle? He was either ready to go to war, or getting ready for a rap video.
The stun gun didn't work because he had a bullet proof vest on, so they maced the poor guy.
Why did I use the term poor?
But, I want to know why they were going to make the "routine traffic stop" on Maurice, according to an early morning ESPN Cold Pizza interview with an area police official.
I'm guessing because he was a black man driving late at night -- probably in a white neighborhood -- in a nice car.
Yes he shouldn't have had the guns...and yes he shouldn't have run and resisted arrest, but how much bad luck can this person go through?
I can only pray for Maurice. I'm sure not a lot of people are right now.
Posted by Clayton Hein at 11:12 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)
"Floyd Landis must die"
August 5, 2006Well he shouldn't actually die, but the title to my blog is much like that of another crappy bombshell - "John Tucker must die."
I can believe this guy still holds on to his innocence like a baby blanket.
You tested positive twice, so I guess their wrong. They've been wrong before right?
Not! (
Baseball almost died after the most recent strike, but was brought back to life by steroids. Is that the same line of thought some cyclists are taking?
Sorry Floyd, but you are no McGwire, Bonds or Sosa.
You're just a lowly cyclist who was stripped of everything you've worked so meticulously (in the lab) to obtain.
Now I really don't care about the Tour De France.
When Lance was in it I followed it. Hey, he was a Texan, why not back a Texan.
But what Landis did is crazy. He even makes me question Lance at times, just because he won seven times in a row. Can someone really be that good?
Maybe, but who really knows.
I just wish Landis would come clean, literally and figuratively.
What does he have to loose. He's already lost everything.
He will probably be banned from cycling for the next two years. Maybe he will stay away forever.
I'm praying for the later.
Sports in general don’t need guys like this.
Americans are big on second chances, sometimes even more than that. But if you can't come clean, just stop calling yourself an American athlete.
The jury's still deliberating on Bonds.
Posted by Clayton Hein at 5:28 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)
Why Do Men Fall Asleep After Sex?
August 4, 2006
The new book from authors Mark Leyner and Bill Goldberg, M.D., have followed up their book "Why do Men Have Nipples?" with the new age of weird doctor questions.
The title is a little crazy, but funny.
It's supposed to be the book of questions "you'd only ask your doctor after your third whisky sour."
But as a man I guess I'll let everyone (and by everyone I mean women who don't know) else know why men do fall asleep after sex.
It's because we're tired. And cuddling is no long the "in" thing to do.
I have a better question.
Why after question, when couples are in a steady relationship, does the women pour her heart and soul out 3 seconds before shut eye.
I don't know how it happens, but just about every time my wife and me nod off to sleep (whether we've had sex or not) starts telling about the problems of the day.
Just a hint, but with only three more sheep to count we don’t want to be bugged.
Right before shut eye is not the time to solve the worlds, your friends’ problems, your families’ problems and co-workers problems.
Some off it can be sweet. But other times its just dang annoying.
Don't get me wrong. I humor my wife at times, by listening to what she has to say and generally giving her a response, just because she puts up with so much of my crap.
But just give it a rest.
Maybe that's why guys fall asleep after sex. Because that's the only way were we can physically — will all the endorphins releasing at once — get you to leave us alone.
Posted by Clayton Hein at 10:55 AM | Permalink | Comments (1)
Baseball is what's wrong with kids today!
August 3, 2006
I've finally figured it out.
Due to the lack of baseball, children — mainly boys — today suffer.
There are many aspects of baseball to think about before you write this blog off.
Consider this.
Kids need to experience the game. Both by playing it, watching it and just as important, admiring it.
I grew up with heroes and wanted to be just like them while playing the game.
I remember, not very vividly though, the first time I saw my first Texas Rangers game.
I didn't get to see anyone who today is considered a great. Nonetheless, I still remember.
After growing up with the Chicago Cubs, (My dad was from Illinois), I learned to strive to be something.
I wanted to be just like Ryne Sandberg. I tried playing second base, but unfortunately I was stuck behind the plate.
I don't remember many baseball seasons when I didn't have a glove on my left hand. It's what I was and what I always did.
But today's kids are wimps.
I know of a couple of young boys around Wichita Falls, whose parents are either too protective or just don't care, that are big wimps.
They can't take a hit, they can't cope and they sure as heck can't throw a ball - of any shape or color.
Kids today need to be forced to do really anything. Don't misconstrue my message though. Not all boys are wimps. They other half are punks. It’s just a general lack of manners.
Maybe a shot of steroids would straighten them out.
Posted by Clayton Hein at 1:31 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)
The Naples Post Office is Gross
I ran across a story on the MSNBC website regarding some urine soaked mail.
The Naples, Florida Post office discovered about 200 pieces of mail that was saturated in somebody's by product.
That's not the gross part.
They couldn't just mail the pee to the intended recipient; they had to mail it back to original sender.
Talk about a rock and a hard place.
If I was postmaster in Naples I would have just burned it all up and called for a mulligan.
Let everyone know what happened. Sent out some press releases and burned the stinky mail.
Too bad it would have smelt like a little boy's extinguished campfire.
It doesn't make sense that they were first hung it out to dry, then sealed it in plastic bags with an explanatory note.
I would hate to open my mail someday and find urine soaked mail. I probably start a rampage.
I know Naples is soon to have about 200 "pissed" off people in the check out line.
They need to find the person who did this, pee on them and hang them up to dry...who knows it was probably a dog who snuck in the mailroom.
Which prompts a bigger question?
Posted by Clayton Hein at 9:26 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)
TEXAS FIGHT !!! Go TEXAS FIGHT !!!
August 2, 2006Way to go Rhett Bomar. Some other guy named J.D. Quinn was also dismissed.
Their chances of winning anything this year went down the tube. How can anyone win without the incumbent quarterback?
The dismissals come after investigation into part-time jobs they worked, but received more money then they earned.
What were they thinking?
Oh yeah....they were thinking that monthly stipend they get for being a scholarship athlete was a joke.
Just a guess but here's how it went. "Here's your $500 for the month, now have fun sonny boy."
Yes the get free room and board, and meals, besides the free education, how do these guys support themselves?
Red River Shootout: TX-99, OU-2
That's the prediction and I'm sticking too it. Rhett Bomar was the hopes and dreams for the Sooner nation this next couple of football seasons, especially this year.
I bet Sneed and McCoy look pretty good to Stoops right about now.
But here's the bigger concern. Is this an isolated incident?
Now way, no how.
Universities have been throwing money at athletes for years to turn them into million dollar machines.
Go to a BCS bowl...here's an extra $15 million. But where is the players' share.
It's in the envelope at the booster party after the game.
Maurice Clarett is a forgotten footnote, but boy did he cause a stir at Ohio State.
These incidents continue to be a blip on the college football radar, but the keep popping up.
I'll never forget the college football player (I think it was Georgia) that sold some bowl rings on the internet to get a little extra cash.
Players are always getting dismissed, but its not until its a big time player that anyone really notices.
Maybe with Bomar, a Texas-breed product by the way, people will take a look at the cave and stop shaking their heads at the beast.
Posted by Clayton Hein at 2:33 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)
John Madden = the devil?
The upcoming release of Madden 07 has the gaming world in a frenzy.
Year to year the football video game is the cream of the crop for sports enthusiasts.
It always has a new feature, different functions and pretty good tunes (but the songs get old quick).
When I had, keyword had, a Playstation, Madden was the only video game I wasted my money on.
Boy do I wish I still had one.
Two things get to me regarding Madden. One is the cover jinx. Whoever they put on the cover of the game usually has an injury-riddled season or just stinks.
It started with Barry Sanders/Dorsey Levens first cover. Right before the season started Sanders retired and Levens entered no-mans land.
Then the jinx transferred to Eddie George (never the same), Dante Culpepper (injury slump), Marshall Faulk (injury), Michael Vick (injury), Ray Lewis (down year) and last year's cover boy, Donovan McNabb (also injured).
The other occurred to me just recently.
II was watching Dish TV when a special preview, pay-per view event popped up on the screen.
For only the small fee of $20 you can get a sneak peek of Madden before it comes out.
And on top of that bargain some of the "best players in the world" will teach you the ins and outs of the special features and game play.
$20!!!! $20???
I hope there isn't a soul out there that wouldn't pay for this silly little late night, pay-per view piece of junk.
I'm sure it’s not up to the actual HOF coach John Madden, but somebody did it.
The game is supposed to come out, I'm guessing, by the beginning of September.
Last year's MVP Shaun Alexander is on the cover this year, and I'm predicting a torn MCL-ACL-PCL in Week 3.
Just going out on a limb, but the fantasy football rock is not coming anywhere near the 1,800 yards and 28-odd touchdowns this year.
So thank you very much John Madden. I suggest you put yourself back on the cover.
Posted by Clayton Hein at 12:02 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)
