FANALYTICS: PQS Across America

Here's what happened...

It was time to renew the registration on my car and consider the annual question about vanity plates. I'm not real big on showing off how clever I am. It's much easier for eyewitnesses to remember cute monikers than random alpha-numerics, and that limits the types of acceptable felonies I can commit. But Sue had just gotten vanity tags on her car, and she and the girls were egging me on.

So I did what every good Dad does. I caved.

But what should it say? With a 7-character max, my options were limited. Nothing cute. No STATMAN or 4CASTER. Nothing with RON in it.

I finally settled on something that nobody would recognize. At least nobody in this neck of football...

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