The first time I ever won anything was in college. It was an ebay auction of a fake Christian Dior saddlebag. My ineffable joy knew no limits.  Alas, undeserved victory trailed me over the years to another slope of sadness, this time, in the form of a letter, a love letter of sorts.  I cried the way I always do when the big “R” pokes its head into my modest potato sack of false victories.  An old professor who wrote me my rec letter made the point that maybe I’m simply overeducated.  Thanks for that. I’m sure he meant “too good for those mofos” but what I read was “mediocre, baby.”  Here’s to keggers with kids all next year.