Just returned home from spending the evening with dawgball. Jason is a good guy and I enjoyed his company. We talked mostly about handicapping, drank a few beers, ate fries and had the worst Primanti sandwich imagineable. It was an embarrassment to the city of Pittsburgh. I thought Jason was gonna tell the waitress, "Hey, just because they call me dawgball doesn't mean you need to serve me dawgfood." Oh God, was it bad. I drove dawgball back to his hotel and on the way had a flat tire. Had a spare and no jack. Had to call AAA. LOL! Very memorable evening. Go Steelers.
