"Oh, I know her. She ruins everything," he said, taking a long drink of his beer. He was going to need another one if Lee was going to ruin his favorite bar. Well, he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of getting too upset about it. Too drunk? Maybe. But not too upset. "At least St. Patrick's Day will still be sacred."

"And come on. You can try the Sprint. Triathlons are very Zen."