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.