How do you know my Mom so well? I already knew she was a crazy mess - how do you think I turned out like I did? The interesting thing is before I looked at the forums, I had looked at the schedule and considered CT's Small Frie's for the revenue bump, but hadn't really thought about doing so against you. Fortunatly, or unfortunatly depending upon how one looks at defending his mother's reputation, I believe I will be saving my enthusiasm for the appropriate Cup game. I mean, lets face it, kicking the crap out of you isn't going to make my mother any less of a mess, no matter how appealing the thought might be. 
A chip off the old potato, am I right? This is of course highly influenced by my three year old giggling with massive glee at a little short called "Small Potatoes" that Disney Junior's been airing between episodes of the stuff he likes to watch. Of course, if it's useful for making laugh on smallfries too, I won't stop anyone from doing that. But any knowledge I have of your mother is certainly just speculative at best, but for the same reason as you said - there's got to be a reason you turned out as you did. ;)
Unfortunately, while this little diversion is a fun aside, there are more serious and troubling issues we in the league need to clear up. The Internet is a place rife with stalkers, but creepy people following you around online is sort of par for the course. But shikago has taken it to a new level - figuring out where I'm going to be and having a very real and noticeable impact on my life. And with great forethought! First off, and I was going to write this off as a giggle, there was the 1k bid placed on the PR manager that I ended up needing to buy for 2k - but that's understandable. We all need Crowd Involvement guys for home games, but tonight was eerie: the family went out to eat at an establishment relatively close to home (ask shikago for details) and I swear that Paula Cole song "Where have all the cowboys gone?" played almost immediately after we were seated. I'm going to have to go back through the post history here now to see what horrors may be waiting for me when next I leave the house - maybe a burned and bloodied eagle wing and a bill for $300,000? A jar of sour piss and a hand-written card saying "With regards from the people of Milwaukee"? A stern finger wag from my older son pointing out the question mark above was outside the quotation and a "That's grammarly incorrect, daddy!" discussion whereupon I argue that the quote was specifically only the text on the card which ended with no punctuation, but which still ends up with me being awarded minus one million grammar points?
I haven't figured out appropriate reparations for this egregious and scandalous behavior, but justice must be served, perhaps with a side of peach pie.