In hot water for an hour, no soap. This hat is a ten-year-old block R baseball cap that has straddled the first and second stints of Greg, endured the unmentionably painful six-year interlude, had a bird (undoubtedly a pure white dove) crap on it while tailgating at the RU-Iowa State Pinstripe Bowl, and cracked my plasma TV when Gary Nova threw two picks in the first half of a game. I am now without sin prior to the start of the new season. Please say hi if we run into one another hat the game, and feel free to acknowledge the halo above my hat.
Sincerely,
Saint RaRa of the Yellow Lot
Sincerely,
Saint RaRa of the Yellow Lot