I think I sat next to that guy at the Monday Night Packers-squashed-the-Rams-game.. He was really nice though. I felt bad for him and my brother, another large man, because there was an elderly couple sitting on the end who were b****ing up a storm because everyone was so squashed into the row...
My eighth grade (1991-92) homeroom teacher, Ms. Kane, was butt-crazy in love with Don Majkowski. She had posters of him in our science class, and would make at least one reference to him in every lesson. Sundays are big "chore" days at my parent's house, so I'd bust it to get done before noon...
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