My family have had Colts tickets since the middle of the night move to Indianapolis. We filmed the commercial for the ESPN game last year. The commercial time was sold out so it was not on the show.
That's my family and I was the one who made everyone do the deed.
My dad is in the golf cart on the last shot. He was 86 and died Dec. 11. I find that I smile when I look at the scene. He loved doing it.
The thing about the new stadium that hurts is that he did not get to go to a game there. He was against building that new building when so many people have no place to live and no food.
He worked for the poor and needy through the Saint Vincent de Paul Society of Indianapolis.
We miss Dad.
How I Lost My Shirt on the Internet (short version)
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How I Lost My Shirt on the Internet
By Gail Clute
The average brain has over 60,000 thoughts per day.
Prologue
January 2008
And so another year beg...
15 years ago