I know what you’re going to say, “Oh, here he goes with another one of his self-aggrandizing articles,” (the very mean social media taught me that word).
You’re correct, it is, and that’s because I have every right. You see, my birthday was on Sunday. Maybe you didn’t know that because Mother’s Day, as it does every six years or so, stole the spotlight from me.
Hey, I usually don’t mind Mother’s Day falling on my birthday—if it wasn’t for me, my mother wouldn’t have that holiday to celebrate. But what did bother me about my most-recent birthday was that, yet again, it fell on a Sunday, and it didn’t include a Steelers regular season game to enjoy.