You don’t want to hear it, especially from someone like Independent me, a person who wants to elect good people with good ideas to important offices on all levels instead of placating party power.
It was hyped up to be a big-time showtime between the charismatic, rocket-armed quarterback versus the NFL's heavy-handed, hotshot defense. It didn't disappoint.
I love the place. Watched it be built, had an office when it opened, and marvel at it every time I see it from afar. I’ve gone to two games in two years, both free, and purchased inside only a couple of beers.
You’ve picked on the wrong man and the wrong fight in seeking a location for a new football stadium. You insulted John Callarik when offering the man $700,000 for six acres that’s most likely worth more than three times that amount
And there, on the dash, was the prettiest cat looking at me. He didn't appear scared, just curious, and looked healthy. We locked eyes and I told him that he was pretty lucky to be so loved that he was in that car, too. My guess was that this person was either moving or living in their vehicle, and I'll never know which, I suppose, but there was something about the scene that left me ... sad? Disheartened?