| This is Mark, nipples erect in 0 degree
wind-chill. We were watching Maryville play DeSales in the Ohio high
school football playoffs.
Me, enjoying the same game. Note the John Burn® |
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| Massey's pizza! For those of you in Seattle who've never seen a real pizza. |
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| Mark, at Ohio Stadium, pretending not to
mind that Bellisari sucked out Ohio Stadium. (pronounced Bella Sorry)
Also, although I hate mosaics...a mosaic of our 100,000 dear friends in Ohio Stadium. |
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| Mark at the Ohio State Hall of Fame. God
bless my alma mater—it's in a bar.
Me, schmoozing with the greatest athlete in college football history, two-time Heisman trophy winner Archie Griffin. Sculpture that annoyed the fuck out of me when I went to Ohio State. I called it "Shit Angel with Breasts." You decide. |
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| We three drunks from Columbus are— Crooning for strangers in skanky bars... A baffling video clip from FBW. It's so dark in this bar, we might as well call it an audio clip. I'm coaxing these three drunks into singing their rendition of the Michigan fight song, "Hail to the Victors." |
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| Me, freezing to death at Lambeau Field in Green Bay. Though it seems obvious in retrospect, we were really surprised to find several inches of snow awaiting us on our seats. |
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| Giordano's stuffed pizza in Chicago. I've now got a large cheese blockage in my aorta. |
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| The Budweiser Clydesdales and dalmation in
St. Louis.
This caption is too easy, a virtual lob at the net, but I suppose I'll have to go with "Ernest." |
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| Our favorite sign on the trip. Needs an
extra o.
Mark and me watching his Rams get their asses handed to them on Monday Night Football. We're just thrilled. Our view from the rafters of the TWA Dome. |
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| Mark's evening got even worse. He detests losing at pool to a player of such dramatically lesser skills. |
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| What greeted me when I got back to my
office Wednesday. The perpetrating morons didn't even turn off my now
scalding-hot CPUs.
The woman feigning fondness for me is my boss, Annie. |
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