The Seat Of My Pants - * After a rousing Monday Night Football game, Matt...

* After a rousing Monday Night Football game, Matt walked across the street from his hotel with his coworker Frank to the Waffle House. Matt forgot his jacket. Frank forgot his shoes and socks.

* With Frank limping from the many infection-laden objects he’d stepped on during the walk over, Matt shivered in the booth of our nation’s coldest Waffle House. That is, until their waitress Kylie let him wear her tiny-but-toasty Tinkerbell hoodie. Now THAT’S service. You listening, Denny’s?

Dec 2 2010

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About me

Matt is an experienced road warrior who has spanned every nook and cranny of the American landscape since graduating from the finest of the Big XII universities, back when it had 12 schools.

He currently lives in Milwaukee, following mobile marketing tours with Fuze Beverage, Range Life Entertainment, the U.S. Air Force, a certain giant hot dog-shaped Chevrolet, and others.

His latest marketing gig, for an unnamed gigantic mega-corporation client, has him flying to destinations all over this great land. He has also taken to living vicariously through himself, using the alter ego "Uncle Mitch."

By reading this paragraph, you have formally challenged Matt to an eating contest. And he accepts. Name the time, place, and dish.

If you have any questions, comments, death threats or intriguing domestic job leads, please feel free to email him at YourOldBoyUncleMitch@gmail.com

U-S-A!