How's Lawrence Taylor?

I really really REALLY wanted to ask. Actually I wanted to sneak up behind him in first class and whisper Lawrence Taylor in his ear and see what happened. I didn't of course. And then while waiting for our baggage I tried to come up with something less dorky than "Hi! You're Joe Theismann!" or "Hi! How do I say 'you're Joe Theismann' without sounding like a dork?" I couldn't come up with anything non-dorky, or that didn't involve LT, so I just didn't say anything. Do you think he has season tickets? I mean, his career was OVER, so I'd think he at least got season tickets out of it. (I mean after his TV announcer gig was over and he wasn't going to every game anyway.) And BTW, he isn't as handsome as I thought he should be. He's actually kind of thuggish looking. Thank god I didn't say "Hi! You're Joe Theismann! You're kind of thuggish looking. How's Larry?"

No boob poker next to me this time. Instead my flight BFF was Miles and he let me watch Wedding Crashers with him on his portable DVD thingy. He was nice.

I'm home now, the windows are open, my doggy is home with me, and I need some food. I leave you with this one thing. Jen Lancaster is my new higher power.