After 90 consecutive days of travel I am, at last, typing this from Temple City, California. There’s one more regular season game left, and then the bowls. I suppose now’s a good time to mention that I’m going to some bowl games. I figure I can stick to California and see at least three, but I won’t mention which three because JINX.
After that comes the whole writing a book thing, which many people have asked about. I hedged, mainly, when I wasn’t avoiding the subject or circumnavigating the question or shouting “OHMYGOD Joe Paterno!” and then running away – but there ought to be a book, unless I can competently fake my death. I should probably fake my death anyway and drive up interest.
The many people who wanted to know about the book also asked about a possible title. Title? I haven’t even written a single word yet. Title. C’mon.
Well, here it is: Moby-Dick.
82 Sluggo Win 
If you really want it to sell, I’d call it The Bible for Dummies.
Call me Brazos County.
I was going to suggest “Letters from the Brazos County Jail,” but PostmanE beat me to the punch.
In light of the debit card situation: “Priceless”???
I’ve got a title for you. Call your book:
HOW TO PISS OFF YOUR FRIENDS THAT WORK FOR A LIVING BY TAKING THREE MONTHS OFF AND HOOKING UP WITH COLLEGE CHICKS
I know what you do for work: plan out CTF strategies for High Ground with Cahill. Don’t even pretend otherwise.
Congrats on making is safely home on your tour. Double congrats on getting to live the dream that most of us (especially those married with kids) can only imagine.
Maybe our paths will cross again, but only if you can shake your “Gator curse”.
-Mergz