My dad bought me a puffy Raiders jacket when I was in junior high. In suburban Connecticut. I would have thought “hunting accident” would have been a more believable way to off your kid, but I guess he gets points for creativity and for trying to get someone else to do the job for him.
Good hustle on Cutler (as always). I should just move to Chicago for the off chance I run into Big J at a gentleman’s club and he has his entourage of offensive linemen kick my ass when I ask for an autograph, “GET THAT LARDASS BUZZKILL OUTTA MY FACE, AND GET ME SOME MORE SINGLES!”