First off I would like to thank the three people that read this every week, your support has been fantastic. I’m writing this week a temporary signoff before I get married and tackle those winos in Italy for roughly three weeks, so enjoy.
This week however I am going to talk about the ultimate game, the dating game. You may remember I once referenced Rock of Love to a sport, so this isn’t far of a stretch. In exactly 11 days I will be giving up the game that I have officially not mastered since the age of 14, and quite frankly, I couldn’t be happier. You see, through all of the wedge blcoks, bricked free throws and pitches in the dirt (awesome sports analogies, I know), eventually you come across a good teammate (that’s my quarterback, it’s not fair) and good supporting cast (see it gets better) to get you through this freaking rat race we call life. Continue reading Eat My Sports: Stay classy