Don’t worry. As long as you hit that wire with the connecting hook at precisely 88mph the instant the lightning strikes the tower… everything will be fine.
-Dr. Emmett Brown (Back to the Future)
For a moment today I thought we’d traveled back in time.
Back to our St. Louis days.
Suddenly from my living room, I was hearing a commercial phrase which took years to get un-etched from my brain.
“Cheap, cheap, fun, fun.”
One of the things Brad and I talked about as we left St. Louis in 2006 was how we were not going to miss the commercials for “the last refuge of the persecuted smoker”. The. Most. Annoying. Commercials. Ever. Ever! (Highly rivaled by the radio jingle that went something along the lines of “rattle, rattle, clank clank”. I can’t remember who it was for though or any more of how it went.)
Apparently the Husker game broadcast we got was showing St. Louis commercials for some reason. Luckily, we only caught the commercial once since Brad does so much flipping between games during breaks.
There are so many aspects of St. Louis I’d love to relive (living on The Hill, Sunday afternoon walks at the Zoo, Galleria, Bandana’s BBQ, teaching at Hope); I had no desire to travel back to our “cheap, cheap, fun, fun” days though.