Maine infected me at the age of 12, in Brunswick, on a family trip from Minnesota. The bug was more or less dormant until I moved to Boston in the late 70s, spread a little in flirtations with the mountains and lakes of New Hampshire and Vermont, and now, with the bemused tolerance of my wife Cynthia Dockrell, has set in without cure.
My second annual best-name winners among the teams competing at the 22nd annual USNTC, held at the Camden Snow Bowl this past weekend.
Gold: Morning Wood Silver: Disproportional Vikings Bronze: Eat More Kale Honorable Mention: Team Testicular Fortitude
Gold: 3 Empty Mugs
Bronze: 2 Dirty Old Men and Kim
Honorable Mention: Sled Dog Millionaires
Gold: Nothing to Luge
Silver: Throbbin Boggins
Bronze: Chute, I'm out of Beer (up one place from last year)
Honorable Mention: Soupcon de Plunder (mostly because I have no idea what it means)
Once again, my winners do not correlate well with the real winners. Also, remember that I experience the races from the comfort of my computer, and thus, unlike most judges, am subject to none of the following: bribes, appeals to my better self, the temptation of pretty faces or outrageous costumes, frozen writing fingers. I can be bought only by bad puns and existentialism.