My grandmother (God rest her soul) took me to the airport in 1990's to watch the planes take off. It just so happens the Bills were arriving and a huge group of fans gathered to wish them well. The crowds were so huge that my petite Gram Gram was trampled by three guys clamoring for a Jim Kelly autograph. One of these bruisers wore a tattoo that said "Vinny Hart Ivy" (an obvious mistake by the guy that inked his arm, but unique nonetheless.) As I watched my Gram Gram lay in a pool of Budweiser on the tile floor, she winked at me and said "Find that bastard". Don't ever tell me what to do...my search continues. He'll show up sooner or later and then it's curtains for Vinny.