Tonight was a speacial night. A night of rejuvination. A night of spiritual renual. A night of cup domination. That's right. It was a night of Cup Hunting. Now, I know that for some of you, these words may bring a sentimental tear to your eyes. But others may not experience the fond memories of a simpler time: a time when the idea of "comments" was revolutionary and "friends" were unheard-of. Only diehard fans can recall the days of Blogger, and the glorious post that was my first foray into the dangerous world of the Hunters. ( *March 27, 2003* ) And tonight, my good friends, lightening has struck twice. Once again, I was taken onto the darkend parking lots of the west valley--and shown what true heroism is like. Words cannot further describe how the world appears through the eyes of these modern day matadors, so I will let this post stand as nostolgic entry. Tonight was a good night.