Knock…Knock…

…right as the Bills are about to score, the dog, BOOMER, wakes up, starts growling, walks over to the door, sniffing, for a moment I thought he was going to pee on it, but then he jumps back some as a crumpled note gets shoved under it…

…THIS crumpled note.

I don’t know why they just can’t send me a letter, that works too…but the bigger the crumples, the bigger the story.

So the note, it says this: “Hey story guy, you want a story, you want the biggest story of your life, you got any balls left, biggest story of the freakin’ century, meet me at the 24hr donut joint on Delaware Ave…if ya got the balls.”

So here I am…

…balls and all.

(can’t say the same about Boomer, his balls, gone ya know but he’ll still bite your ass…)