than it is now. When I was about 7 or 8, I was sitting with my grandpa and my dad. A shirtless college kid came running up the steps. About 5 steps behind, another shirtless kid came running up, tripped on the steps and caught his face on the end of a bleacher seat. His face was a bloody mess and his teeth were on the ground. He just gave a deep "ha ha ha" laugh and started picking up his teeth.

Right then and there I decided alcohol just wasn't for me.