Four fat old men gathered around a table at a bar in a small north Texas town, sipping Shiner and munching nachos. They weren't too loud and there weren't enough folks in the bar for a late lunch to really be disturbing anybody. They occasionally leaned forward to share something a bit profane and they laughed a lot.
Three were Ravens and one was me. If we told you the stories, we'd have to kill you.
Return From a Reunion
God, I've loved my life.