Disfavor with her majesty.
He was the last Knight slain by the Victor
He was in the conversation.
...Training ground for future Morrissey Hall participants in Viking Night.
For a few years after graduation. He was, coincidentally, a medieval studies major. But he lived in Knott.
I'm not much of a mead guy.
I was checking our neighborhood association's PO box at the post office. I do this because our association president carries a gun on his person at all times. His idea of fun family trips is to drive his kids down to see that big Noah's Ark in Kentucky. And even though, to paraphrase Buzz McCallister, we live in one of the safest and most boring towns in the known world, he is unwilling to unstrap even though it means he is barred from post office.
But I digress. So there I am, post-workout, pre-lunch, minding my business, handful of dues payments for my scintillating afternoon of scanning in mobile deposits. Like your son, I am also wearing an awesome ND sweatshirt. Does a cherished Hero du Lac like Pat C cross my path? Of course not. I get some Larry David looking chowderhead who notices my ND sweatshirt and decides this is the moment he will get something very interesting off his chest.
Dollar Store Larry: "Hey that's a, well, was a great school."
Potatohouse: "What? Oh. Oh yeah. You mean the team? Football's been kinda lost lately."
DSL: "No, no. My brother went there in the 80s. Crazy what's happening lately with all the queer stuff."
PH: "....I'm sorry, the what?"
DSL: "And man did Pete Bud-a-Jud ruin that town, huh?"
PH: "Alright, alright. Look, dude this is not-."
DSL: "Sorry, brother. Damn shame."
At that point, the interaction mercifully ended as the man turned and walked briskly into the post office, leaving me with a stack of checks, confusion, and a sense that we should all just leave this fucked world behind.
Glad you got to eat chicken with your fingers and cheer on the green knight.
was in Florida for a spring break high school baseball tournament and the games were at Trey Mancini's alma mater. One of the kids on the team is a Notre Dame commit and there were some fans in attendance (alas, he was unable to play). We spent some time catching up on the lads; overall a pretty pleasant experience.
who was clearly hitting on you. Its not easy nowadays to come up with a good pick up line. He gave it his best. Give him a break and take it as a complement.
B6 was my excuse for going. He didn't quite enjoy it as much as me. But he did keep talking about it for a few weeks afterward.