There was a happy hour at a new bar opening. I get there early, and I see these sumo wrestling padded outfits. I said "I don't care how drunk I get, I'm not putting one of those things on. I am content in my thoughts. Tammie comes breezing in and right away she tells me, "Brenda, you've got to do this." "Oh no, Tammie, not me. "Well, Brenda, she says, you've never done it before. You've got to try it." "No Tammie, I'm not doing it" After about 5 more minutes of her talking, I'm crawling into one of those sweaty Sumo outfits, waiting for an opponent. Tammie, my biggest cheerleader convincing me this is a fabulous idea. Well, I got an opponent, Tom Stromer, a little guy. Tammie's going "you can take him, he's little." I'm pumped. I didn't take him, and suffered a slight concussion as a result. Tammie helped up up, and helped me out of the outfit. I was only mad at her for a minute, because the subject was changed to the next ridiculous antic that I could attempt.