Grounding.

As a bulwark against thinking that, for most of us, any of this playing on a bike is anything other than a voluntary, self-limited approximation of real hardship:  I give you two pieces fit for reading on a grim, wet Saturday.

My Father, the Fish Monster from Heidi Swift over at Grit and Glimmer.

The Promise from Joe Posnanski at Joe Blogs.

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