Every Halloween for the past three years my boss and co-workers have worn t-shirts with my face on them and declared it Great Grijalva Day. One year they even printed posters and put my face on sticks and were "me" for Halloween. I still haven't decided whether to be honored or insulted, but quite frankly, I like seeing people walking around with my face on their shirt. It's the closest I'll ever get to being a "stah!" Here's me rocking the hell out of this year's Great Grijalva t-shirt.