When I played tyro and high school football they'd wave smelling salts under my nose when I "got my bell rung".....translation: I didn't know what happened.
Me fine now.
I'm only going to one game this year with 3 others, in the Kelly Club. My treat. $305 per ticket.
My guests will gladly take turns buying me $14 beers.
You wouldn't believe how many times an hour I stop breathing. Three sleep studies and a no longer in shape 6'1" 240 lb. blob I am.
I recently got a B-PAP machine with an under the nose only mask, it's so much better than anything else they recommended.
Every night I put it on, but still, somehow it often ends up on the floor. But the nights I keep it on all night I feel better.
Good luck getting B-ball tickets.
I'm serious.
My kid went to WVU for their Masters in some sort of Industrial Engineering program. At that time, there were less than 30 Universities in the country that had this curriculum.
Anyways, could not get tickets to a Mountaineer basketball game those two years.
Finally got around to reading the initial lead of this thread, though I always chuckled at the title.
The lead is funny stuff and feel no need to read on.
But maybe I should, maybe I should.
Recently on vacation, met a couple who live 1 1/2 hrs. outside of Philadelphia.
Mentioned how we never been there, they said neither had they. Given its history seemed odd.
We asked why, they demured. It was obvious why they did not want to say why.
Google having 950 pages of documents turned in seems hardly noteworthy.
They must easily study many millions of sheets of data daily.
By posting this I'm likely now on an upgraded monitoring list than a sec ago.
Just another LW'er coming out of their skin over Trump.
Mad Maxine, Michael Moorerage, Don BItter Lemon, No Joy 4 Behar, Rachel Madout of Her Mind, etc., etc.
.....and now Flippin' Out Fredo.