Digits

The text message conversation:

Me: This is my new cell number ... save it.

803***1010 : Who is this?

Me: Easy E - the oldest of the crew.

803***1010 : What is your last name and do I know you?

Me: Connor

803***1010: Do you go to Pelion?

Me: Yeah the joint don't pop til I walk in the room in Pelion

803***1010: What school do you go to?

Me: Journalism school.

803***1010: I don't know you. why do you have my number?

Me: Funny

803***1010: I am serious

After the conversation with the young sister of the 12-year-old who actually owns this cell phone number ...

Me: Sorry about that young lady ... I thought I was communicating with my cousin but was using a wrong #. I'll fix it ... have a nice day!

Don't the kids of today call this a FAIL?

An Elbow To The Vocal Chords Feels Like An Illness

You can have epic nighttime adventures in your little neighborhood ... tortilla chips in trees, felines prostituting, the crowned asphalt, the unforgiving sewer drain, the ownership glueing it all together..

J-E-T-S ... Suck, Suck, Suck!

Whew! Looking back, I saved my son just in time.


It was almost divine providence that the Dolphins played the Panthers last November and he converted after experiencing what it's like for Miami fans to turn a stadium into their own.


He had told me on the way to the game that day that he was a Chargers fan -- and if LaDanian Tomlinson ever left San Diego, he'd be a fan of whomever he went to.


I can't imagine having to endure my son rooting for the Jets.


Time to take a flame to that old powder-blue Tomlinson jersey of his.