Praying to Ullr

Ullr- The Pagan god of winter, skiing, snowshoeing, the chase, snow (of course), and other completely irrelevant things. In the fall- he is the god that people in ski towns around the world pray, dance, burn their own skis and toast PBR to. The fact that he is the god of the chase explains why broke idiots from around the globe watch the pow cams, drive through the most dangerous of road conditions, sleep on stranger's stinky couches, and spend money that they don't have. Basically he's the man. And after this weekend where we've got 34" in the last 7 days, 23" in the last 48 hours, and 18" in the last 24, I'm pretty damn sure he lives in some dirty apartment in Crested Butte with pictures of big, big dumps on his walls. Right now he is sitting on a chairlift with a ski bum chick next to him smiling to himself at those hoots and hollers comin' from the trees. I don't know what we did right, maybe somebody burned the right grump, but Teocalli hasn't been open until noon for days and it doesn't look like they are gonna be anytime soon. So tonight, you'd better be praying for more, because wether you do or not, Ullr is here to stay.