I grew up an hour west of Oklahoma City, meaning a) college football was the pro sport of choice, and b) I got to choose my own favorite pro teams. Over the course of the mid-1980s, I chose the Miami Dolphins (a decade too late), Pittsburgh Pirates (a decade too late), Portland Trailblazers (a decade too late) and New York Islanders (mere years too late). My pro 'city' is twice as tortured as Cleveland. And my college team is Missouri. That I still enjoy sports at all reveals both some serious loyalty and, honestly, some serious character flaws.
I have spent 16 years in Oklahoma, 15+ in Missouri, one in Washington, DC, and quite a few weekends in Madison and Chicago. My political and musical tastes are quite midwestern, but from a food perspective, I am from the deep, deep, deep, deep South. Biscuits & gravy and shrimp & grits are the go-to's in this household.
I have read nothing but Dan Jenkins and Anthony Bourdain books for the last six months.
I love the Flaming Lips and The Roots with an equal, fiery passion. Though Wayne Coyne's tendency to constantly tweet naked pictures of his wife creeps me out a bit.
I believed this in the mid-1990s, and I am more steadfast about it today than ever: Cheers was better than Seinfeld.
