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Surrender, Citizens of Cedar Rapids

Sunday afternoon, a snowmobile buzzed down the middle of my street. In the heart of Cedar Rapids.

That was a first. I didn't like it.

First, there was the amazing ice storm that seems like eons ago but was actually just the start of this winter. Then there was the ridiculous foot-and-then-some of snow in a 24-hour period two weeks ago. This weekend we got the ice/snow shovel double, perfect for adding layers of ache to already aching muscles of those of us who still get rid of this white junk the old-fashioned way, via scooping it ourselves instead of using a machine.

What does this have to do with sports? Nothing, of course. Although, it pleased me not a whit to have snowbound television sports options from Daytona (the 500) and Los Angeles (the PGA Tour). People were wearing short-sleeves both places. A pox on their swimming pools.

Someone named Ryan Newman won the big race. That's pleasing, because everything that was foisted on us in the week leading up to it seemed to be about the monster Hendrick race team of Jimmie Johnson, Jeff Gordon and new addition Dale Earnhardt Jr.

Ryan Newman? I wouldn't know him if I saw him at the nearest supermarket. Not that I'll be there anytime soon, unless that neighbor with the snowmobile has room for a passenger.
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