After being here for 20 years, I've probably told them all

before. But I try to spread the retellings out enough over time. ;)

It's right up there with the time Frank stopped by the manager's office on his way back from the old weight room to the ACC lockerroom, as he would often do to shoot the breeze. I was crashed on the old couch we had in there, so he sat at my desk. After a while, my phone rang and he answered it. "Moff's office... Sorry, he's not here right now.... Where is he? ... Um, he's out back smoking pot... Yeah, uh huh, uh uh, okay... Bye."

Me: "Who was that Frank?"

Frank, with that same big grin: "I have no idea."

Never caught any grief for it so I assume it was not the Football Office calling. Probably Gene O'Neill or Brother John Campbell calling from the Varsity Issue Room.

Good times.