(I'm not supposed to use unattributed photos, so I was scared to leave this photo up on the blog for more than three hours. But look at it immediately. It's glorious.)
Best day of the year. So stop sitting inside and reading this blog, and go eat a hot dog or something. Barbeque something.
If you needs to feel patriotic, there's only one version of the national anthem that you're allowed to listen to. (Trust me. I made it through the World Cup with it.) Because while us and John Shurna can understand this holiday, we have to remember what makes us different from traitors, like Alex Marcotullio and the rest of the Great Britain U-20 team.
One love. I have eight - EIGHT! - posts coming up next week, so don't be a stranger.