Well, that was fun.  I got to see Jeff Francoeur’s last game with the Braves,

Hanson delivers a batting practice pitch to Helton.

saw much buffalo,

Tatonka

and some Grand Tetons.  No, not those, you freaks, these

Pretty...

Also, Brad, who is bad and nationwide, nearly got us ran out of a local beverage establishment by asking the bartender “How’s your momma and them?”  Seriously.  The guy stepped back, asked if he knew us, and after delivering our orders, stood at the other end of the bar talking to the regulars and glancing back our way.  Maybe it was our neatly cropped hair, sort of an anti-”Uneasy Rider” thing.  We decided that our mullet to head ratio was too low for that part of Wyoming and headed on into Yellowstone.

America is a wide and varied place.  In Yellowstone, I saw Georgia Bulldogs, Idaho Vandals, Montana Grizzlies, Texas Longhorns, Villanova Wildcats, University of North Florida Ospreys, Tennessee Volunteers, Washington Huskies, Wyoming Cowboys, Stanford Trees, Alabama Crimson Tide, UCLA Bruins, Colorado Buffaloes, Oklahoma Sooners, Rochester Tech Tigers, Wisconsin Badgers, Michigan State Spartans, Tulane Green Wave, LSU Tigers, UNC Tar Heels, Arizona Wildcats, and Tim Tebow Worshipers.  Plus, we have a lot of land.

Finally, I scored the coveted behind the scenes tour of Yellowstone, hanging with the paisans late one evening in their accommodations.  Think “Wet Hot American Summer,” but at night without men getting married. And less Heroin. I am told a good time was had by all.

I’ll be back to football after rehab.