Pile-Driving Me Crazy
Thanks to Jason, I know more about sports and sports entertainment than I ever wanted to. He loves football and the WWE and has a captive audience with me because I once read a one-sided piece of paper on listening skills. It was handed out in a tenth-grade meeting of peer counselors, and I still remember the gist. It basically says to listen without judgment or advice. Since then, I've discovered that most people know how to solve their own problems, it's just hard. When they're stumped, they'll directly ask for advice. Giving unsolicited advice comes across like "I think you're stupider than I am. Incompetent too." In any case, I've mastered the head nod.
In return, Jason is a good listener but will text me a "Wrap It Up" GIF when the subject no longer interests him.
|Courtesy of the Chapelle Show|
|Western Illinois is just this for five hours.|
|Jason was born and raised in Pittsburgh, so his fanship for the Lions must be some kind of masochistic fetish.|
and his speculations on The Undertaker's retirement.
|The other piledriving man in my life.|
|I convinced Jason that the Lions always lose when Zach wears their fan gear.|