1/2 a Fanook

My run on Sunday was a misery. Feets were killing me after the pounding Saturday in the Queens 1/2. And speaking of Queens, the Sopranos were a blast Sunday night. Seeing that fanook Vito "tooling" around in Queerville with his new man and his new hog was just too much. (My advice, stay away from the johnny-cakes.)

Today I've got a 6. Feets, don't fail me.