Just as my tenure on the Mastodon Soccer Team was gaining steam I took a random phone call from some guy attempting to pitch me on an idea to be the face for the new Miller Lite advert campaign. Oh, heck yeah! I was nearly 21 and apparently, I had been spotted casually sipping on some at a local establishment. My maturity was at an all-time high with the reply, "well, I do have a phenomenal fake id, please continue." Picture this, your mug and those frosty tips on every billboard in town. I thought to myself, this was way too good to be true, nearly 21 and about to score my dream job without lifting a finger. Well, I guess technically I did but then I remembered oh yeah, I have a brain. First, I can't afford Miller Lite and second I was a loyal Champagne sipper (that's Miller High Life for all my non-alcoholic friends). Right about that moment I heard a familiar chuckle, not a full chuckle, but more of a quarter chuckle accompanied by a clench holding something in. "Wait a minute, what's going on, I said." "Is this Kohlmann (college friend)? That accent sounds a lot like dirty SSP (South Saint Paul for you non-Scandinavians). It wasn't, it was even better. It was Kohlmann's dad who gladly agreed to play along. I was duped and almost 18 years later we still laugh about it. Remember when Biff grabs a brewski out of George McFly's fridge? "I have your car towed all the way to your house and all you got for me is lite beer?" It felt like that. No billboards for me...