Yes, I realize that Mario is bigger than Luigi, and I realize that makes no sense.

I did it! I won an extremely ugly holiday sweater!

Behind me is either the Washington Monument or a strangely shaped Pixie Stix.

On my continuing quest at becoming a pirate, a parakeet sits on my head at the Louisville Zoo. Is that close enough?

It doesn't appear that anyone is asleep while listening to me discuss The Developers.

I was honed into some random question while talking to the crowd at Destinations in New Albany, Ind.

The Inner Harbor in Baltimore is a nice place to visit, even if the ESPN Sportszone there doesn't have many games.

Boba Fett? Boba Fett? The Star Wars celebration in Indianapolis wasn't bad, but I don't plan on dressing up like a character anytime soon.

Yo Adrian, we made it! Yes, this is the Philadelphia Art Museum, the same one where Rocky trained.

In May 2005, my sis graduated from University of Delaware, home of the Blue Hens.

I have always wanted to be in one of those Where's Waldo? books. I guess I'll settle for this.

Hey, wait a minute ... that's not me.
That's River Phoenix!

Our team participated in a holiday tournament in Hawaii. We didn't actually compete, but we did show up for the photo shoot.

While in Maui, we did, however, find a team mascot. Meet Edgar The Turtle. It's hard to tell without a perception point, but Edgar was probably about 5 1/2 feet long and weighed in at 150 pounds. He bats left-flippered.

"Our team just isn't that good," said the head coach of the FC Barcelona B League soccer team. "It's hard to win a game when you have just three players on your roster."

I had hoped to launch a movie career with this cameo in "The Nutty Professor," but for some reason, this part never made it to the actual film.

They really don't kid around in Texas.

We finished the season with an undefeated record, again. Our coach thinks it's just because we didn't play any games, but I've seen some T-ball teams we could have defeated.

The Backwards Racer at Kings Island is a great ride, especially when you cannot even tell in the picture if you're coming or going, or where you're even going in the first place.

Sometimes columnists have to go to great lengths for a column, even wearing their Halloween costume a little early.