Altitude Sickness Awards

January 2007

Ahh, New Year’s morning. Does your head hurt, too? Yawn. We got home OK last night—but did Coorsy? You’d think he’d have known better. At least better than all the other nincompoops and wisenheimers who made the news in ’06. Like the ones who bought a first-class ticket for a beady-eyed weirdo, compared the president to Germany’s least-favorite patriach, ducked out of church to allegedly make whoopee with a male prostitute—and gave us the next eight pages worth of year-in-review cannon fodder.* So dig the Excedrin out of the vanity, mix up a Bloody Mary, and sink into your favorite chunk of sofa. Now let’s look back on the year that was, and be glad that it’s gone.