I was down in the lobby and saw some guests pointing out to the parking lot. Curious about the attraction, I strolled over and smiled at what I saw. There was more than half our team outside in an all-out snowball fight. Guys were sliding down a hill as they ducked fastballs made from the white stuff.

Naturally I packed a good one and whistled it past Storey's ear, just before Troy Bubley nailed me right where I should have been wearing a cup! As I retreated, it looked like someone had called in an air strike against the old guy.

Sometimes we forget they're just kids.