He died doing what he loved. WTF?

If by chance I should meet an untimely death while running a marathon or racing my bike, please don't let anyone try and make my passing any better by saying, "Sherb died doing what he loved to do." Hey asshole! I didn't die doing what I loved, I died having a heart attack or being pounded into the pavement by an 18 wheeler. Now while I haven't had the chance to experience the crushing pain of a heart attack or being rammed in the ass by the chrome bumper of a Mack truck going 55 MPH, I'm pretty sure those are two experiences that I certainly wouldn't love.

On a lighter note, here is something that I enjoy doing, making a spectacle out of myself. That's me running in Central Park as the good Dr. Thompson.



Hugs and Kisses
-Sherb