Throughout my marriage, my beautiful wife Catherine has occasionally threatened me by promising to show The Video. I know what The Video is. She knows what The Video is. Yet, ever since that dark day in the spring of 1994, I didn’t want anyone else to know what The Video is.
Then, within the past few days, something happened.
I received an e-mail from Angela Klem, the wife of Brian Hickey, my good University of Delaware friend who was nearly killed by a hit-and-run driver last November. 
She was holding a surprise 36th birthday party for Hickey down in Philly … wanted to know if I’d attend. I made the trek earlier this afternoon, and was blown away. First, by Hickey, whose recovery is absolutely dazzling. But second, by all the family members and friends who love and support the man. It was a special thing to witness—an ode to Hickey’s goodness, but also a statement on loyalty when times get rough.
Anyhow, on my drive home tonight I decided that, in the spirit of giving Hickey a really, really, really good laugh, I’d post the video and let the truth set me free. Hence, here it is—truly the most pathetic thing ever. I’ll always remember the immediate aftermath of the airing, when Hickey—the first to call—just laughed and laughed and laughed. Admittedly, it was funny.
Also, some things you should know:
• There was nothing righteous about my virginity. I was only a virgin because I had no game.
• There was really nothing righteous about my virginity column. I wrote it because I had a serious girlfriend at the time, and I knew my days of living Pope-like were numbered.
• There was really, really, really nothing righteous about the TV segment. I wasn’t even a virgin at that point—just a 21-year-old kid/media whore who was excited to be on television.
To watch it now, well, it’s awkward and goofy and pathetic and odd and even sorta quaint. But as my dad has long said, if you can’t laugh at yourself, you’re missing a key joy to life.
I agree—hee-hee. Penis. Hee-hee.
