Hi, I'm Pat. In the midst of celebrating a win in Charlotte last season, I seem to have lost my nuts. Since then, I cringe every time my team throws a football into the air. I even brought in a prehistoric rugby specialist to run my offense and ensure that we keep things within ten yards of the line of scrimmage, mostly on the ground: It just seems safer, even if we did fumble two games away to teams that would struggle to beat Yale.
Anyway, if you do happen to stumble upon two shriveled old jurassic nuts, they're probably mine. I named them 7 and 5, after the record I aspire to have every year while being smug with the media and acting like they don't understand what a godsend I was to Pitt.
Please call my landline at 412-NUT-LESS or send me a handwritten letter if you find them. I do not have access to modern forms of communication, because I'm smarter than you.
- P. Narduzzi
(Typed by my more technologically advanced neighbor, Barney Rubble)
Anyway, if you do happen to stumble upon two shriveled old jurassic nuts, they're probably mine. I named them 7 and 5, after the record I aspire to have every year while being smug with the media and acting like they don't understand what a godsend I was to Pitt.
Please call my landline at 412-NUT-LESS or send me a handwritten letter if you find them. I do not have access to modern forms of communication, because I'm smarter than you.
- P. Narduzzi
(Typed by my more technologically advanced neighbor, Barney Rubble)