The infamous M-Clo
Mike was born in the grand city of Cincinnati, moved to the beautiful state of New Jersey at the age of six, then moved back to OH and took root in Cleveland at age sixteen. This means three things: He has an unidentifiable accent that is one part Marge Schott, one part Bruce Springsteen, and one part Drew Carey; Every now and then he has an uncontrollable urge to eat a bowl of chili while driving like a maniac and blasting polka music out of his stereo; and he can’t remember the last time that a hometown sports team did anything worth a damn, let alone win a championship (the New Jersey Devils don’t count, because honestly, who follows the NHL anyway?)
On a serious note, he’s deeply rooted in Cleveland, he’s been dating his lovely girlfriend for over three years now, and he has an out-of-control Golden Retriever mix named Casey. Anything else you want to know, just ask!
First, I didn’t give you permission to use my dad for the polka picture. Second, I was at game four when the Devils swept the Red Wings. One of my sports-going highlights.