Speaking of rodents, I discovered a new seasonal sport today called Bowling for Muskrats. When the cold temperatures up here starts to freeze the lakes, there are open patches of water where muskrats like to hang out. They will sit on the edge of the ice and flop in and out of the water. The sport consists of rolling a rock across the ice and scaring them all into the water. Getting them all to jump in the water is a strike. I know you animal lovers are thinking it cruel and inhumane, but have you ever had one lunge at your leg with their ugly buck teeth, their beady little eyes and that scuzzy long tail? I have and now it's my turn to taunt them. The best thing is that by the time you scare them into the water and go retrieve another rock, they're all sitting back up on the ice waiting for another roll. If I go to hell for this, I'm sure the muskrats and I can duke it out there too.

Game one: 20 rocks, 1 strike.