I only knew Mike in college. It was short and sweet but so memorable that I will remember him until the day I die. Michael and I would play foose ball together and we'd always win because he'd yell "Boom" with that deep baritone voice every time he shot the ball and that just literally scared the pants off our opponents. He was the meanest looking teddy bear I've ever known. So kind and sweet. Every time we drank a beer or did a shot together, he'd say, "To your mother." I didn't know why and never asked. To me, it was just his way of saying, "Here's to the good life." And a good life, I'm sure he had. Over the past few years, I've written a few novels and in my last book, his famous line became an integral part of the storyline. I have him to thank for that and will cherish the few memories we had forever. To your mother, Sully!