Our church has no bells.
I'm playing my first rugby match Saturday since I woke up in an ambulance in June, as some may recall. The cracked ribs are more or less set and my cognitive functions seem to be ok, so it's time to get back out there. I'll be doing my best Bam Childress imitation (this year's version). I should arrive at the local OSU alum bar just in time for kickoff, but smelling like one of Anthony Schlegel's hogs. If I don't survive, I'll be in the 'Shoe in spirit. Go Bucks.