I received an email from Dirt Glazowski. "Can we watch this on your TV?" he asked. It seems that his old football teammate (who had himself gone on to be an all-pro in the NFL) had sent him a link. The link was to the teammate's son's high school championship game. Thus did I make ribs, and Dirt and I sat and remembered how quick and boring high school football games are.
That, I'm not stankful for. Well, maybe for the "quick" part.
No, what I'm stankful for is that email Dirt forwarded me. His buddy had sent it to a lot of people. I recognized a few players' names. "I wonder...?"
And there it was. Mike Tomczak's email address.
Life, I love you. I shall use my powers only for evil.