I hear you. My friend wanted the number 69 on his soccer team, but he got stuck with number 13 instead because some freshman nicked it and pretty much sat most of the time. If he had the right number, maybe he would've scored that winning goal...curses 13, you've foiled happiness again.
And that's interesting, way to maintain the legacy! I was supposed to do that since my grandpa and uncles all went to Dartmouth, but I'm not super smarticles like they were...
What'd your mom's side give you? Dashing good looks? A sense of camaraderie? Epic cooking skills?
You're telling me. I watched that in a room full of Giants fans. I was so disheartened I couldn't speak or comeback anything for 15 minutes.