Paco, he left our lunch meeting with two Hooter's waitresses in tow. Check back with Sammy Nine maƱana, might even be Sunday before he gets a chance to come up for air. Y'all shoulda' seen the blonde that left hand-in-hand with The Prick. Hubba, hubba, whata' tomato. A grandmother of one of the waitresses seemed to be warm for my form, but I had to get home to cook up five gallons of ale, watch the Big East semis and then pen a piece about the championship game tomorrow. That, plus like JJ says, I'm happily married