ego check

I've been on cloud 9 since the discoskater launch party but (I hear) every now and then its healthy to be brought back down to earth. Everyone has an ego, but I've been told (by my wife, priest, mailman, dentist etc.) that mine is larger than most.

So I guess it was a good ego check for me to go back and look at my college yearbook. I was browsing through it to see if I recognized a few folks who re-entered my life via e-mail. I went back to look at my skinny self and BAM, I'm hit once again with a green rubber Hulk fist of an ego check.

See, back when I filled out the form for my yearbook info, I must have been in a rush to go grab a cheese steak so I scribbled my name. I suppose I added a few extra humps in the "m" and didn't complete the leg of the "n", so when they typed in my name "Bamundo" became "Bammurdo". I'm sure my grandkids will get a kick out of it with their futuristic space pants and levitating sneakers. Oh, and Rutgers University screwed up the spelling on my diploma later that same year - they fixed that mistake, but the yearbook press run of many thousands was a lost cause.