No, no. Actually, yes, if I need a scapegoat I'll blame Lance for that night as he kept buying me more and more beer. Which was not nearly as bad as the time I went to the ballpark with Lance. That time I almost had to call a cab to come pick me up from the game.Todd Zola wrote:Hopefully you haven't been losing sleep over this. As you might imagine, Mr. Turbes tracked me down and we knocked back a couple cold ones in the hotel lobby.bjoak wrote:
Todd, I laughed out loud when I read this because it occurred to me that we never met back then.