I am glued to the Iditarod this year. In the past I have found it marginally exciting. They call it the last great race and I'd say I'd have to agree.
But this year, I can't get enough. Why? Because I know one of the racers. One of my brother's best friends in high school is racing as a rookie with a young team of dogs. I am amazed.
I first met Dave when he joined my brother's basement band, The Hitchhikers, in the early nineties. He was a quiet guy, but with a killer sense of humor. I never would have placed him on a iditarod dogsled team. Totally wild.
Check him out. His mom and dad are in Alaska blogging about his progress. It's pretty exciting.
Not to mention, today is his 27th birthday.