I tried that. Jumped on the Seahawks bandwagon when I lived in Seattle, but I guess I’m a glutton for punishment and I kept being drawn back in to the Lions fandom.

in my late 20's and out of grad school we referred to those types of people as “$50,000 millionaires.”

if you’re playing golf with him, he’s going to cheat.

or he actually stayed in a Holiday Inn Express last night.

35 years of being a Lions has resulted in a general numbness towards towards that franchise. It’s better to just laugh about their ineptitude.  I had actually forgotten they made the playoffs in 2016.

yes, but unlike her husband’s quarterbacking, she’ll get better over time. 

I despise onions, but for some reason I don’t mind those little onion straws on my salad or burger.

30, but yes. And I graduated law school 14 years ago. Tuition at my school is nearly double that now. 

“crippling debt.” Uh, sure. For the rest of his career he’s having every cent of his schooling paid for. I would have gladly had to have to had taken out one year of loans to get three full years paid for in return. Instead our current payment plan has us student loan free when I turn 61 (and we got aid), AND the…

Not true. That is only if you’re on scholarship in equivalency sports and don’t meet the academic requirements to have it exempt (3.5 as an incoming freshman, 3.0 afterwards).

thank you. I’m still in debt and will be far longer than Goings is.  He made the choice, he had scholarships on the table. $17K is chump change to what most kids are coming out with. 

Packwaukee is named after the Packers. 

That was college. We called them “FIB’s.”

You know Laura would have freaked out and called the police when a Black African Immigrant (whose family was undocumented in Greece) hugged a innocent, pure white girl and made her cry. 

I lived in “DeForest” which is near “Waunakee” (which they gleefully advertise as he only Waunakee in the world). There’s a “Packwaukee,” “Oconomowoc” (money there), Wauwatosa and Waukesha too. Yes, a lot of messed up town names in WI.

it was this remote village in the Yucatan, my parents did medical work, I did construction. The second to last night the villagers held a “fiesta” for us and lined up with the food they’d prepared. Who am I to pass on anything they made, considering the live in huts with thatched roofs? The next day my mom is at a hut…

I’m pretty sure I ate cat in a Mayan village in Mexico where I did volunteer work. At least I found out after the fact instead of while I was going through the buffet line. 

third name mentioned.

my favorite part of that bit was “you want to invite people to something, invite them to the divorce hearing.”