I am a proud father, a lucky husband and I haven’t owned a car in close to five years. The last car I purchased was on eBay, bought sight unseen for $900. The best way I can describe myself is that I am a guy’s guy with a sensitive side. Some of my greater joys in life include reading the sports page on Sunday mornings, playing softball, hiking and camping. At the same time, after I read that sports page on Sunday, my next stop is the piano where you might hear me play some of my hard-rocking favorites like: “So Far Away” by Carol King, “Your Song” by Elton John or – “Easy” by Lionel Ritchie. As the song goes, “I’m easy like Sunday morning”… that lyric might in fact describe me better than any bio ever could.
At any given moment, what is in your refrigerator?
Baby carrots – multiple bags. Somehow these didn’t exist when I was growing up and then one day they just appeared like manna from heaven. Thomas Edison? Steve Jobs? Ha – you want to talk innovation, whoever invented these puts those guys to shame.
What did you want to be when you grew up?
A housepainter or a landscaper. To this day when I am driving to work in the morning and see these guys outside in the sun, getting dirty and working, I think they have it made.
What is your most embarrassing moment?
Let’s just say I was “dis-invited” by the principal to my senior year after-prom party and leave it at that. Oh - and as everyone knows, I flipped my ATV at KARMA 2008 in Colorado (at least I didn’t send it over a cliff like that other Kalypsonian…).
What is the biggest risk you've ever taken?
Choosing to teach my children (Isabel – 5, Miles – 2) to follow and love the Cleveland sports teams that have been a huge part of my life. It is the biggest risk I’ve ever taken because they might end up hating me for it when they are older and realize I subjected them to great misery. Go Browns! Go Indians! Go Cavs!
What is your favorite song and what memory is it connected to?
Easiest question of the bunch: “Thunder Road” by Bruce Springsteen. Memories of growing up – picture a teenage Scott in his bedroom, brush in hand serving as the microphone, staring into the mirror and singing the Boss at the top of his lungs: “Well I got this guitar, and I learned how to make it talk…” This was also the song I used to sing as a lullaby to my daughter to help her fall asleep – now that I think about it – an even better memory.