My name is Chris and for me it all started on March 5th 2003. See that's my birthday and on this particular date I woke up to a crapy start. Its wierd how you can wake up beside someone and still feel lonely. Well my best friend saw how pitiful I looked and invited me to go out to eat with his family. He told me that his wife was taking him to a fancy restaurant in Stafford New York. He said since she's buying me dinner for my birthday I'll pay for yours. Me being the food devourer I am, I could not reject the offer. We got to the spot and Jay looked at me and said we gonna get the biggest steaks they got. Not knowing too much about steaks and how big they came I said cool. So we're there enjoying appetizers which happened to include escargot (snails for you dummies). In the back of my mind I'm thinking that they're going to bring out a really large T-bone. When they brought that meat out all I could think of was "who order the whole rack of lamb". And then they placed the whole thing in front of me I was in FatMans' heaven. From then on I was hooked and I get very exited when it comes time to do it again.

P.S. If you can see the toy box in the background that's my boy when he was 6mos Chris III.