Happy 17th Birthday, Florio Jr.

On this day in 1996, a nine-pound, one-ounce baby boy was born in Morgantown, West Virginia.  Like today, it was a Sunday.  And in the hospital room that night, we watched NFL highlights together, the nine-pound, one-ounce baby boy propped on my chest.

Seventeen years and 230 more pounds later, that baby boy would crush my sternum if we tried to do it again.

For those of you who have been hanging around here for a while, you’ve heard about Florio Jr. many times over the years.  He took a few Wonderlic questions at age seven.  And I’ve mentioned from time to time his drum skills — and also the exploits of his sports teams.

Maybe one of these days, I’ll hand him the keys to PFT.  For now, I’m getting ready to hand him the keys to a car.  (I think I’d rather hand him the keys to PFT.)

He recently dyed his hair blonde along with his football teammates, and he looks about as happy as any 17-year-old ever looks.  But he’d be happy to hear a happy birthday or two from PFT Planet — even if he’d never act like it.