I did it. Finally. After the entries are in, after the judging and the awards, after the indulgence of the season, after the travel, after the laying around doing nothing layered in tinsel, after going back to work and looking out the window and asking myself what the heck all that was about, after finding out that even that suit jacket is tight. After all that, it was time to get the prizes out. Max in the Czech Rep already got his. Because I went for fast. Then I realized that that was crazy. So Jeph is getting medium slow local so should get it next week. Joe is medium to slightly fast so maybe next week as well. I have a tracking number in case. But Knut? Knut's package is going by boat. It will be there maybe by spring.

From announcement to delivery things slow down. And not just the prizes. Stats collapse in January. It's like you are all getting over a binge or something. Me, I am drinking the results of grated ginger steeped in hot water. It's not right. I even have a growler in the stash, a swell 1.86 litres of Church-key House Red. Maybe that'll be for Steelers and Ravens on Saturday. Maybe I will have celery sticks with it. Maybe a dry rusk, too.

While I am figuring out when I am ever going to check out my beer stash again, remember to drop a line if and when you get your prizes.