And you’re welcome

Saw Sloan today and elbowed into the small stage scrum to get Chris Murphy to sign my Never Hear the End of It post.

“Can you sign it to Dave?” I asked.

“Wait,” Murphy said. “Are you the Dave we know? The Dave from Cleveland?”

Fuck journalism school. If I hadn’t been grafted with a set of standards, I would have said: Yes. Just flew in yesterday! Let’s talk over the contracts backstage. Instead I noted that I was from “Delaware.”

“We don’t have many fans from Delaware!”

Bleaurgh. The point of this post is to note that I forgot to thank Murphy for the signature. It was a good one, too – big cartoon balloon letters spelling out “DAVE” and his name beneath them. I forget to say “thank you” sort of frequently. Everybody, I mean nothing by it.