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Just when I was about to launch my ski team's website this "Hockey Mom" thing blows up. Well, well, the truth is, the buzz surrounding the sport (and the phrase) will only help us attract converts.

Still I have aborted further attempts at uncovering the culinary habits of Hockey Moms and Dads versus those of Skiing families till the buzz cools down. For a look at this superior winter sport and lifestyle click the link at the bottom of this page.

Elitist?

Hockey moms across the nation collectively ovulated in sheer rapture Wednesday night at the coming of their messiah. Palin's pointed attacks on Obama were justified and applauded by "political speech experts" for their use of humor. The awkwardly-executed humor was the type you're supposed to laugh at, like when the postman tries to make small talk.

So, one of my fellow bloggers called my keen political insights "garbage" and asked me to go back to writing about cars.

I will gladly fulfill your wish. In fact, how about if I write about both?

I will even perfume my words to make sure the wind that passes when I write about politics will not offend your hope and passion for change.

(Trying my hand here at Obama-speak. Such crap, I know.)

A few days ago I had an allergic reaction to Obama's acceptance speech. I have not changed my mind about Obama, but I have also quickly learned the perils of speaking out of my butt too fast--which is essentially the origin of most political commentary offered without the baptism of time and experience.

I should have waited a day.