The statement tends to go “Three Strikes and You’re Out.” Little did I know that for me, it was three strikes and I was just getting started… I didn’t know when I agreed to a somewhat silly game with my band mates, in an effort to find a date for a charity dinner, that I was actually getting myself in way over my head. WAY over my head… But I guess that’s how things go when you start to play games and pretend to be something you're not...