I lost my uncle Sunday evening. Uncle Joe was a riot. Someone you could always count on when you wanted to have a healthy debate involving any type of sporting event. He was the kind of uncle that was truly old school, but was willing to listen and engage when I offered a fresh perspective on how I saw the world even when my opinions differed from his. He loved the Cardinals, Vegas, hats and his family. This weekend I vow to visit a buffet in his honor. He LOVED buffets. I love you Uncle Joe and I miss you terribly.