We Are The Champions

We did it! Exree Hipp won the league championship last night, 55-51. I don't know that I've ever won it all in any other sporting endeavor. It was difficult not to be able to join my teammates in combat out on the floor but I was prouder than hell of the way we fought off a furious late game rally to claim the title. I won't soon forget the memories and bonds I created with the team. How sappy was that? I meant every word of it.

You want to know when more is less? Never. It's actually always the opposite of it.

How did why did the chicken cross the road become the classic joke that it did. I don't think it's that rich of a premise. I'll admit though-chickens are kind of funny. On the contrary jay walking is a serious issue. Maybe way back when a beloved chicken got killed trying to get to the other side of the road. The world probably mourned this adorable chicken's death. Then somebody figured since tragedy plus time = comedy, maybe the plight of that chicken would make a timeless joke.
You got a better theory? And don't come at me with any research based answer you found on the internets or that damn goo-goo search injun. It's all lies.

This is clearly a struggle. Right now. I'm keeping my waiting. So I'm going to go enjoy the warm weather. Tomorrow I'll tell you about driving school.

And maybe I'll upload some pictures to break up the monotony of this yawn inducing text.

WEDNESDAY!