There is more dirt caked on my body than there is on the field. I like it that way.
Yesterday, I watched the sound board for a miserable show. How miserable? At intermission, I took a little time reaquainting my Swiss Army knife with my shoulder.
For the rest of the night, people kept coming up behind me a putting their hands on my shoulders. I appreciated it. Really.
It's bathing time, it's bathing time.