The Deets

One of the best ads I’ve seen posted on Craigslist lately:

Can Franken knock it out of the park?

My flight from Toronto yesterday afternoon approached MSP over Stillwater, along I-694 to Maple Grove, then made a U-Turn taking things toward the airport from the West starting around Wayzata.

While heading East, I grabbed shots of three high schools and their athletic fields:

Hopkins:

I count 8 tennis courts, eight baseball/softball diamonds, a hockey arena, a football stadium, a football practice field made of turf grass, etc.

St. Louis Park (Flory, is your new house in this photo?):

Washburn:

It’s interesting to see how the acreage gets progressively smaller as I moved into the city from a 2nd and 1st ring suburb. What’s funny is that while Hopkins dwarfs Washburn for field sizes, it’s nothing compared to what Eden Prairie or Chaska have to offer.

Jelly Belly has finally come out with a product for endurance athletes who are trying to prevent bonking on a long run or ride. Sports Beans to the rescue.

What makes them different from regular Jelly Belly’s? Well, the colors and flavors are less fun, which is appropriate for serious athletes. Could you take yourself seriously in a marathon while popping popcorn flavored Sports Beans?

Calorie-wise, they appear to be exactly the same (100 calories per ounce) as their non-sports relatives. They happen to be slightly higher is sodium and potassium, so maybe the electrolyte boost will save the heavy sweaters out there?

There is one ingredient missing from Sports Beans that’s found in Gatorade, Ultima, and just about every other energy product for endurance athletes. In fact, it’s clearly the most important ingredient, yet Sports Beans left it out. Any idea what that is?

1. Jai Alai

2. Curling

3. Skeet Shooting

4. Luge

5. Cricket

While out for a casual bike ride around South Minneapolis neighborhoods today, I heard a young girl yelling from the back of a bike coming toward me. She was on one of those 3rd wheel trailers attached to her mom’s bike. As I got closer, I could make out what she was saying while pointing at me:

Yep, I was being called dumb by a random girl on a bike. Why? Her mom’s response to her daughter explained it:

I thought about circling around to tell the girl that she’s right, and I actually ordered a new one on Amazon last week, but instead biked home in shame after being called out the biking do-gooder.