He IS a Giant

In case you live in squaresville, this past Sunday was the Super Bowl (I won't reveal any spoilers) where two teams played for very elaborate rings; The Patriots and the winners The Giants. (Dammit, sorry... I slipped.)

A few days later the New York Giants had a parade in the most unusual of places - New York. Now some people I know did in fact go to this parade because they are that large a fan. I did not go because the only athletes I want to meet are professional wrestlers from the late seventies to early nineties. But that is besides the point; because I got to meet someone just as special as a real life NY Giant and that person is the NY Giants #1 Fan!

He drives a red Tacoma (because that is the one thing he is modest about) and is very eager to change lanes to get around slow drivers.

It was an honor to drive behind you for a long time down the expressway; and although we have parted ways I cannot help but feel that I shall see you zooming past many slow and poor team choosing motorists.



Although I'm technically a Jets "fan,"
Adam.

Ironic or Expected?

Each Sunday my incredibly Italian and hungry parents like to have a large dessert after dinner. Today was no exception as they urged me to go to the bakery and pick up a lot of unnecessary sweets. I caved in after hearing my dad share in my desire for some pumpkin pie.

While waiting for the young girl to finish my order I realized that the radio was playing Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard and couldn't help but question if it was considered ironic or expected for a bakery to be playing that tune.


With bear claws for hands,
Adam.