Stout
Hold onto the ball, Murray!
My day began two hours before it was supposed to, when my mother called to say that dad had chest pains and she had just called 911. The day ended for me with the greatest Cardinal's game I have EVER witnessed. That includes the Dallas playoff victory. In between, thankfully, we quickly discovered the chest pain was just a symptom of something lower, and he has bad constipation. All tests are negative and they hope getting him to crap (hopefully as much as the Panthers did on the field) will get 'er done. So after the game he gave me a quick congratulatory phone call from the hospital. Bittersweet, but I think it all worked out in the [rear] end