First: My transition from pretty boys (Jonathan Brandis, NKOTB, etc.) was the 1997/1998 U of M football season. That’s the year I fell in love with Brian Griese, and I was 15 years old.
I know what you’re thinking, “but Joanie….you HATE u of m.”
I hate them now, back then I was an impressionable teenager. My aunt (who was more like my sister) went to U of M at the time and I wanted to be just like her.
I grew out of that, went to the better school (SPARTY ON!!!) and I love my Spartans, but I still think Brian Griese is a hottie.
Not gonna lie, he got me out of the pretty boy stage and into the BIG mudgy real guy stage. Thank you Brian Griese, thank you.
If it wasn’t for you and your mudgyness (which is more muscle then pudge) I might still be into guys that would borrow my jeans and spent more time getting ready then I did.
However, it is also your fault that I fell for and dated the hockey stud in college and made out with the freakishly tall and mudgy (more pudge then mudge) rugby guy in Ireland. (and by made out I mean I do it every time I go to Ireland.)
Second, when we were in high school I used to watch the Beast Master on UPN.
Yep, I know I should be ashamed of that fact, but I am not.
First off, I am not talking about the 1988 movie with Gov. Arnie, no….I’m talking the T.V. show with Daniel Goddard.
This is the Beast Master (hey he could master my beast any day!! what?? was that wrong??):
He was like a bigger and less stoned Gavin Rossdale. Who had tiger instead of a guitar.
For the life of me I can not tell you what that show was supposed to be about or who the other characters were. I can just tell you that I spent one hour each Saturday have very dirty and un-catholic like thoughts about this man.
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