Thanks to moms everywhere, especially to mine for working so hard, putting up with my hijinx, and also for helping to craft my sense of humor. Especially the immature part. Every time I see a guy get hit in the nuts with a football and chuckle – that’s my Mom. Each time I hear a fart and tee hee like a six year old – my Mom again. Love you Mom; now excuse me, I have to watch the neighbor’s dog hump a stuffed animal.