Dear Diary,

First, some effin' punk at SI.com thinks he had the best weekend ever. Great, this guy gets his trip paid for by a multibillion dollar media monster, tools around in a rented gas guzzler, and writes about cornhole. Did he chug cans of Miller High Life Light while groovin' to Seger on U.S. 23 North and South? Did he roll with Ted? (Any Ted would do.) This guy may get the glory, but we know the truth. We had The Killer Time, and we need no self-serving memorial. Besides, rock and roll never forgets.

Second, I wanted to pass along a post-trip story. I left my mobile phone on the bus. (By the way, apologies to Billy Ho and Beaver Retriever. I am glad you found other accommodations.) Sunday morning, Ted found my phone buried in one of the seats. I drove to Grandview and found Ted performing an exorcism to rid the bus of all spirits, including, but not limited to, Captain Morgan, Jagermeister, and the spirit bags. I took a quick tour of the bus to see if anything else was left behind. In one of the cabinets, there was a nice leather bound journal. On each page was a brief description of past road trips that people had taken with the bus and signatures of the participants. Unfortunately, Ted did not inform us about this journal earlier, but I was able to make an entry on behalf of The Killer Time. It reads roughly as follows:

September 10, 2005

ND v. UM
UT v. OSU

From Columbus to Ann Arbor and back.

Both games on the same day.

The Killer Time

Not very artful, but it should do the trick. I am glad that I had this opportunity to hang out with each of you. The Killer Time was truly brilliant, and I hope we can do something like this again.

Kind regards,
PL