The Slayer has more guys than just me wrapped around her little finger. She has a fondness for Brooks Ketchup. You can only find it east of the Mississippi, in places like Galesburg, Il, where my Uncle Pat lives. Whenever she runs out of her favorite condiment, he ships her a new batch. If you want to see Jordan light up with delight, watch her face when she opens a box of Brooks from her loyal admirer in the Land of Lincoln.