When I’m walking through a large group of people, I sometimes hear the spotter from NASCAR 2006 giving me directions;
I still remember the second verse to “D.I.T.R.I.E.C.H.”
I don’t get how people choose “Coors Light” as their beer of choice.
It upsets me when metro train drivers call “Rosslyn” the last stop in the state of Virginia. Don’t they know that Virginia is a Commonwealth?
(Oh. My. God.
I did not just say that. The Ghost of Woody Hayes will kill me. I replace that thought with this one:)
I have the greatest/dorkiest idea for a jersey.
(No. Wait. That one isn’t good enough.)
I really do miss Cleveland. Pretty much every day.