I had an early and important client meeting yesterday. Although suit wasn’t required, slacks and sports coat were appropriate. I had to leave before dawn and grabbed what I thought was my navy blazer to go with grey slacks from a somewhat dark closet so I wouldn’t wake my wife. Off I went.

Stop crying your heart out, Russell.

Hiv you no shame, sir?

It was his one chance to be a gyro and he missed it. Such a pita. After the game, I hear he tried to sneak out the back door wearing a baklava.

I can’t speak to Foxfire, but, man, I can confirm it for The Quiet Woman in Corona del Mar.

Is this guy the body double Bobby Jindal used for his official white-washed portrait?

I've seen him turn to goal and Shanghai or wide too many times to justify that kind of money. I mean, you could sign Tiananmen - maybe even a full eleven - for a lot less.

The thing that most jumped out at me when reading this article was the realization that, with a November 6 birthday, but for a box of chocolates and a bottle of champagne, I likely would not exist. Happy Valentine's Day, dad...

Hey Nineteen (to Twenty-four Months, if convicted)

You're probably right - I didn't look it up to confirm. Damn, getting old sucks. Thanks for the correction!

I graduated from HS in 1989, the same year as Brian Chavez. Although I went to private school (where I was a mediocre at best QB), I grew up in Plano, TX, another of Permian’s statewide rivals. Plano had its own storied history, but Permian’s “mojo” chant was enough to stop my Wildcats fans dead in their tracks. I…

At least it was his wife.

“Imama!”

Back when I ran marathons, I would use math as a way to pass the time during interminable long runs. Seriously, the amount of concentration it takes to multiple 3,645 by 8,917 in your head is a great way to make the miles melt away.

Dallas to Dartmouth, as well, and agree my HS team - private school, at that - could have given the Green a run for its money.

I would say “Go Wildcats”, but also went to private school for HS. Wells Elementary and Schimelpfenig before that. Where did you go?

Plano kid, here, too! High five!

DIPG is an awful disease that takes you in an unfathomably awful way. It stole my daughter when she was five, so I both cried and cheered in a more direct way than most watching Lauren Hill’s exquisite bravery in the face of it.

George IV, you say? I really would have expected this work to have been commissioned by George II.

Meanwhile, my semester abroad in London in 1996 at the height of the mad cow brouhaha still disqualifies me in the US from donating blood.