When I really want to be Al Pacino this is right there at the top along with Michael taking care of Fredo or the crazy courtroom scene in Justice For All.
There’s nothing like the tango to clear your head heading into the week-end.
I wonder if Mike Gundy can tango?
I could actually do this in the second grade when my mother made me attend a series of dance classes after she caught me calling my little brother a pussy during a street football pickup game after I cloth-lined him on the cement. Janice took me home, washed my mouth out with soap, and made me attend these dance classes for two months in an attempt to temper my behavior.
It didn’t work.