So my Girlfriend is running the Pro Football Hall of Fame Half Marathon this weekend with her family and I decided to use it as an excuse to make a pilgrimage to mecca and worship at the altar of the gods. I have never been to the Hall of fame before and I’m pumped about it.

On the off chance any of you glorious readers are also going to be there, look for the tall bearded doofus in the Giants gear geeking out over everything and ignoring his girlfriend to look at the bust of Michael Strahan. It’s okay, she knows she’s second place.

Also I might find a bathroom and vandalize the stall with a Sexy Rexy