This is a true story. My wife asked me if I wanted her to make spaghetti the other night. I told her that I wanted spaghetti, but I didn't want HER spaghetti. Of course, she told me to go to hell -- and if I didn't want her spaghetti -- then I would have to figure out my dinner on my own.
Here's the deal ... I know what her spaghetti brings and I generally like it most of the time; just wasn't in the mood for hers that night. But I didn't want to screw this up for life -- I still want her spaghetti in the future. So, what did I do? I told her I was just joking, I'd love for her to make spaghetti, and slapped her on the ass for good measure.
I'm not sure there is a point to this story. I guess I'm not willing to give up Iowa Wrestling and my wife's spaghetti because Gilman and me said some stupid stuff. Hopefully, for all of the upset donors and fans, Gilman gives you all a slap on the ass the next time he sees you and you can find it in your heart to forgive him.