Electric Josh

Electric Chuck
So I guess the best thing about being a studly paleobotanist (come on, use your Latin...you know what a paleobotanist does) is that occasionally old science buddies call you up out of the blue and ask you to help them on an Antarctic expedition for fossil seed ferns and such. All those years of grinding one's teeth at his kids' refusal to be significantly interested in flora (in all their Latin binomial detail) on mountain hikes or episodes of The Dukes of Hazzard, all the diplomatic energy spent dealing with his poor wife's disapproval of turning over a good chunk of the yard to milkweed in an attempt to host migrating Monarch butterflies, (the 0-for-5 raising a scientist, dammit!), are all finally paying off handsomely for dear old dad. Read about his adventures on the ice here. He leaves in two weeks. Pretty neat, Dad.
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Baseball
Okay, last one, I promise. Todd asks, How can you root for the Yankees? You might as well root for TicketMaster!
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