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ClayNation Radio Tonight From 7-9; Mailbag Invite to Bonaroo



Our guest will be someone. Chad Withrow is taking care of it. I trust him implicitly because women call our show all the time trying to date him. Such is life. Listen live here. As always feel free to call us at 615-737-1045. Now I'm off to the dentist. Where, as soon as they put me under the mask, I'm going to be dreaming of Elin Grindemyr.

Nick the UK fan writes:

Hey C'lay I just bought your DDT book today. I wanted to know your thoughts on Roo and if you are interested in going. It'd be awesome if you went to Roo with my friends and I. You should also go to any big game at Rupp so you can understand what it means to be a Kentucky Basketball fan in this great state. I always use Verne Lundquist exuberence about SEC football to show how we feel about basketball. Anyway we'd love to have you as a guest at Bonnaroo. Thanks for reading my rambling email.


Once you are married it gets harder and harder to justify going away for a weekend to get drunk with friends. It's impossible to justify going away with people you've never met before. And this was even before we had Fox. So I'll have to decline.

One of the best things about writing the column and eventually the book these past several years has been the amount of emails like this I get. Invitations from people I don't even know to do cool things. Inevitably I feel bad no matter how I respond. If I show up, I feel like I can't live up to the expectations and if I don't show up I feel like a jerk.

Right now I'm sort of what sex was before any of us had ever had sex.

Rereading that analogy it sounds like I've compared meeting me to losing your virginity. Which wasn't my intent. Anyway, it didn't come off as cocky as my best man Ian did when we were in college. He once tried to convince a girl to have sex with him and she said, "I'm not a virgin, that line doesn't work on me." To which he responded, "I consider all women virgins until they've had sex with me." On the spot that was pretty golden. Cocky, arrogant and incredibly conceited...yes, but still, golden.

See you on the radio waves tonight. 7-9 central.

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