'Scuse the mess, but this morning I'm rummaging through my closet looking for some stuff for an upcoming Observer cover story I'm working on.
But, instead, I found junk. Lots and lots of junk. It's official, I'm a pack rat. All contained within one spare-bedroom closet. But it's there. All packy and definitely ratty.
Some of it, turns out, is sorta sports artifact. But most is just my sloppy seconds.
So I'm thinking let's have some fun with this stuff. Ta-da! How about a new feature? Let's call it, well, read the title ...
First one to correctly identify - in detail, mind you - the above pic and the two following the jump wins the standard fare: A free year's subscription combo platter to the Observer/Sportatorium.
Enjoy.
But, instead, I found junk. Lots and lots of junk. It's official, I'm a pack rat. All contained within one spare-bedroom closet. But it's there. All packy and definitely ratty.
Some of it, turns out, is sorta sports artifact. But most is just my sloppy seconds.
So I'm thinking let's have some fun with this stuff. Ta-da! How about a new feature? Let's call it, well, read the title ...
First one to correctly identify - in detail, mind you - the above pic and the two following the jump wins the standard fare: A free year's subscription combo platter to the Observer/Sportatorium.
Enjoy.