TRUTH NIGHT

- Went out with the Truth and Lady Truth last night to Bar Louie for the national title game. Everything you'd expect with the Truth (who earlier claimed he wouldn't be drinking beers) drinking Bud bottles and ordering everything off the menu including "the opposite of an appetizer" with a quesadilla order late in the game.

- He obviously asked me to predict Mark Ingram's stats and I said "28 carries, 127 yards and two touchdowns." (Pretty close, eh?) His prediction was even better. He thought the Heisman winner would crack 200 yards, score three touchdowns but Alabama would still lose.

If Jeezy's paying LeBron, he's paying De-wayne Wade!

- Left at halftime and drank at home alone during the second half in my attempt to blow up Twitter.

- We compromised! He said he was "broke" so he couldn't do much. I said, "I will watch the game anywhere that isn't in the German Village." His response? "Roosters?"

- I had the Truths drop me off at Shell to pick up some more beers and the Truth did donuts in the Shell parking lot on the snowy night.

- the Truth had the awesomest/sickest parallel parking job I've ever seen. Not only did it seem like he never even looked, but he pulled the car into a two-inch space in a driving snow storm with four or five inches of snow on the ground. Also, it was a driver's side parking job. Incredible.