Whenever I look back at my life, peering through the cloudy haze of memory and beer-induced brain damage, I find that my memories are better than what reality probably offered.  The colors are brighter, the smells are sweeter.  For instance, when I scored my first ever goal in soccer I can hear the deafening roar of the crowd in my mind, even though there was only a homeless man asleep beneath the bleachers.  I know that this is probably old man nostalgia taking place as I march towards my 34th birthday.  It happens to everyone.

But trust me when I tell you that the three hottest girls ever created all attended Stillwater High School at the same time in 1994.  Yes, its true.  I was there and remember it perfectly.

Ladies and gentlemen, I present … The Triumvirate. [Read Column]

Here’s a brain dump of a lot of random stuff organized into Top 5 lists.  Exciting?  Probably not.
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Choosing a sports orientation for your alma mater is a bit like walking out of a bar with a girl.  There’s no telling if current circumstances colored your judgment towards the girl on your arm (i.e. bad lighting, smoke, beer, a 2-year sex drought, etc) vs. the other six or seven potential candidates that were available.  Its also like drinking from the Holy Grail.  Did you choose wisely?  Or did you just put on the George Burns aging cream?

I’m going to make a case for OSU’s sporting heritage … [Read Column]