If it’s any consolation, I hate when I miss days. Not sure what happened yesterday—other than when I finished writing roughly 3,500 words on Kobe Bryant scoring 61 points against the Knicks I was sort of burned out. And it was snowing. Tonight I head back to the Garden to witness LeBron. And I’m sure I’ll be writing something on that. The fun never stops.

It seems like winter never stops either. And while I’m not sure what Punxsutawney Phil said regarding the next couple of weeks, I’m guessing it wasn’t good (and surprise, it wasn’t). So here we are. Stuck in winter. Sometimes I feel like I should just climb into a Tauntaun until spring. It’s reached the point where I have to make a point to look at my bike every so often just to make sure it hasn’t crumbled to rust.

It’s not exactly prime time for new product releases, either. Other than seats. Seats, seats and more seats. (Can someone explain to me what a “Lo-Bolt” is? Is it seriously just a shorter bolt?) See enough of this stuff, and you start to feel like you’re just re-living the same day over and over again.