My name is T-Man, I'm 39, and I'm a Bullaholic..... It has been 10 days since I last saw my Bulls take the field.... I was getting plenty of Bull Action and my consumption was grand (PSU, 3 home games, and UM) as I attended all games.... Now with the bye week and internet hell I feel as if I am losing track of what's important, for instance last weekend I did the following: coached soccer practice 3 hours, coached baseball game 3 hours, attended two basketball games 3 hours, mowed my lawn, cleaned house, and did laundry.... I did try a bell ring at my son's basketball game but I was quickly subdued by the recreation center security.... I find myself on most ocassions over the last ten days "doing the right responsible thing"..... I need some therapy NOW! This morning when I reached for the OJ my hand brushed up against a beer and a devil like creature (in the image of MIKEG) appeared on my shoulder and said, "Come on T-Man, drink it, turn on the TV and find a college game, blow off work" As I brushed him off another would appear, and another, and another... Gene, Mutt, Art,Jim,BullDoug and etc.. they kept popping up in full BullGear... I finally had to slam the fridge door shut, only problem is when I shut it my daugther, fresh off a good night sleep was coming at me with her pillow and I mistook her for a Pitt running back and slammed her to the ground... pleeeeeaseeeee hellllllllllp the shakes are getting horrrrrribllle, is there any cure?????? T----mmmmmmmannnnnn