Tampa, FL by way of St. Louis, MO

Nathan DeGraaf graduated fucking years ago with a BA in Creative Writing from the University of South Florida, which he still lives near because college chicks are the best. On weekday evenings, Nate can typically be found at any one of a number of North Tampa bars. On weekends, he typically cannot be found. When not drinking, fishing, watching sports, or having sex, Nathan likes to read, play the harmonica, and show up for work. Throughout the course of his life, he has been arrested six times because, as his father has often said, "the kid is fucking stupid."

Comedy Writing

Jesus Would Have Worn Number Two

<p>I like to imagine Jesus as a baseball pitcher setting major league records in every pitching category, pitching every three days with a fastball that breaks the sound barrier (so fast that the catcher has to wear a special mitt reinforced with titanium made by NASA), a curve ball that soars to the high heavens and comes crashing down through the strike zone like an atom bomb falling from a war

Lord Stanley and the Pampered Bitch

Recently, I was back in St. Louis attending a wedding for my old friend Aaron, a diehard hockey fan and former collegiate hockey player (as well as a current hockey coach). I hardly ever get to talk hockey with anyone, and when he and his friends (also fellow hockey coaches) started talking about St. Louis's hockey team, the Blues, I almost felt left out.

I Hate Math

<p>Recently, PIC's David Nelson <a href="https://www.pointsincase.com/columns/david/9-10-06.htm" title="What's in a Name? | David Nelson">wrote a column about his name and how he hates the fact that it's so plain</a>. And when he did so, he reminded me of a funny story from my freshman year in Algebra. <br />

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