I am an idiot.
I know this because that’s what my birth certificate says. I am 22 and that means I am an idiot. Realizing that probably makes me slightly less of one, but still, an idiot.
But I also know how lucky I am. I’m 22 and get to sit in front of Chuck Noll Field 18 times over the next month. Whatever happens, I can’t wait to share it with all of you.
When I was growing up, around nine or ten years old, I got a “diary” for Christmas. It had a zebra on its front cover.