My sweetheart, baby girl, and I went to Atlanta yesterday. Before heading to Atlantic Station and IKEA we stopped off at the Greasy V (The Varsity) for lunch, since Emily had never been there. She was amazed.
"Whaddaya have, whaddaya have! Have yo' order in yo' mouth and yo' money in yo' hand!"
Ah, the memories.
We sat down to eat and I was accosted by a gentleman with a video camera, who asked me if I would like to make a few comments about the Damon Evans situation.
For the uninformed and uncaring, Evans, Athletic Director at UGA, was arrested in Atlanta a couple of days ago for DUI.
But wait. There's more.
He also had a 28-year-old woman (not his wife) in the car with him. And red panties (also not his wife's) in his lap.
But I digress.
I try to go incognito when in public to avoid situations just like this one. Once people realize who I am, I can't eat, walk around, or anything else in peace. It's awful.
So "Mike" (you'll see him shortly) asked me a few soft-ball (no pun intended) questions about the scandal, to which I pontificated for posterity (and the 4pm and 6pm newscasts) with wisdom and aplomb about the Bulldog's blunder (see, I even write well).
Then we went on our way, Mike thoroughly impressed and I trying to figure out how to set the DVR to record the broadcasts, using my Blackberry. Didn't work.
No problem. I called Mama, who would certainly make sure she saw her boy on the TV. She was in Kroger and didn't think she'd make it home in time (I found out today after talking to her that when I wasn't the lead story she changed the channel).
I diligently searched for the by-now viral sensation of the IntraWeb, and found it. Here's the link: randy is not in this video.
Apparently some other, Breaking! Development! in the case came up and I, alas, was pushed aside for that report.
There was Mike, there was the AD, there was not me.
Probably just as well. It's hard enough to go out in public like it is.