Woody Paige: “I figured out the details while laying on the sofa staring at the ceiling for hours, as I did daily, and swallowing the pills a prominent Denver psychiatrist had prescribed over a period of months — Prozac, Ritalin, Xanax, Valium, Ambien and Zoloft — and swilling Jack Daniel’s. I had everything to live for, but wanted nothing more than to die. I was suffering from deep depression.” [Denver Post]
Terrible injury in the Egg Bowl.
He needed some stuffing.
We finally got this!