Okay folks, here’s the backstory. Last saturday, as I am trying to enjoy my saturday drunken Vol-football-watching (which was already difficult due to Tim Tebow) decked out in my sweet orange Cords and official Tennessee travel polo shirt, sitting in my official Thompson-Boling Arena chair… for no apparent reason, drunken Eday feels like it is a good idea to douse me with a little more than half-a-gallon of Cat Water.
I spent some time thinking about what retribution would be appropriate. Reading the comments in today’s Football Foodie over at LDDD, and seeing that pretty much the entire cooking sports blogosphere has a hatred for all that is Rachel Ray (besides the fact that a former athlete would spend hard earned money on 30 Minute Meals to begin with) I decided that outing my good friend and co-author would be perfect.
While he was out on his afternoon Friday run (yeah, WTF?) I was able to find the book and take the following incriminating photos…
please oh please, jump with me
(and yes, he glistens in real life)
Ladies and gentlemen, our hero, your favorite, and the nicest guy east of the Mississippi, Edaystat not only glistens, but also hearts Rachel Ray.
The infamous evidence in the top drawer
Oooh, I just noticed it was the SEQUEL!!! Maybe there’s the original around here too…
There you have it folks. Undeniable proof. And yes the Jack and Jim are for tomorrow afternoon.
Go Vols. Stay Dry! Bladdaaww