“When I played basketball in high school, we didn’t even
have a three-point line.”
Caray Schmiesing
Happy birthday to our beloved controller, Caray Schmiesing.
We would have never guessed that she’s older than the basketball three-point
line. Caray’s husband, Rogel, surprised her with a trip to Las Vegas for the
momentous occasion. As much crap as she gives us for losing track of one penny,
we would hate to see her keeping tabs on her pocket change in a casino. Hope
you actually got to gamble, Rogel...
Getting older, for most of us, means taking fewer gambles.
If you’re Nick Sanders, that means walking AROUND the gas pump line rather than
OVER the gas pump line (lest he break an elbow). If you’re Brittany that means
NOT trying to plow through that snowdrift in the parking lot with everyone
watching (in hindsight, at least they were available to help push her out). And
if you’re Caray, that means no long shots from behind the three-point line. Oh,
wait, there WAS no three-point line for you…
With the stress of life these days, we figure it’s ok to
occasionally cut loose to feel young again (like when Tony gets crazy and stays
up past 9:00pm). Thankfully Caray didn’t cut TOO loose in Vegas (betting on
basketball, no doubt) and get stuck there—we need her to watch our dollars and
sense… er, cents.
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