I still have a box of Jake's Flakes stashed away in my garage for when he FINALLY becomes the "next Joe Montana"... so I guess someone fill be finding them in my garage someday when I am dead and gone...
I remmember New Years Eve, before we played the cowgirls in the playoff game. I was silly drunk running around Tempe in my Plummer jersey yelling lets Go Cardinals. I jump out in front of a bus yelling pointing at the # 16 on my jersey going schtizo. Now I feel like a fool.