Rhyme. Reason.

The man was fat.

He wore a hat.

You can leave your hat on.

I'm lost Victor?

Me too. It's always scary when I click 'new post' and I ain't got no rhyme or reason of what to write about.

Hat crossed my brain.  Read a few college sports postings about players transferring out, in, or, opting not to play in Bowl game for fear of getting hurt, possibly removing any chance of playing in the NFL.  That reason, I understand....  but,

High school dude sits at table during a school assembly in his/her honor. Half dozen hats infronta em. Picking college. Pick up one, oohs and aahhs, nope, set it back down. Same with a second hat, then finally, their actual pick, hat placed on their head, cheers abound. Reasons unknown.

Then, transfer portal happens. Reasons:  hangnail.. my gf transferred to State..  the coach looked at me funny... really, I was better than Charlie...  I didn't like the offense, defense, weight room,  money, dorm, Cafeteria food, ahm 

STOP!  In the name of love Victurd?  NO!  In the name of loyalty!  YOU CAN LEAVE YOUR HAT ON.

Of course, pain from my sciatic led to thoughts of the attic.

Huh?  I see the rhyme Victurd.   The reason?

The state of college sports makes me need Pepto Bismal.  Patooey.

So, I wondered about attics. Stuff folks find.

Weird Victor, but ok... like?

Well, Boggess Hardware, right here in good ole Liberty, MO. After they went outta business they found a brand new Model T Ford in the attic. In a wooden crate.

Another lady, 12 years after her divorce, found her ex living in the attic.  Uh huh. He spent years in prison, got out... she'd notice missing food from fridge..  toilet lid left up. Cash disappearing. Uh huh, she found him, two years after he moved in.

Findings elsewhere: Mummies, bats, petrified rats, cats.  Hitler's music collection.  

The violin that the band leader played on the infamous Titanic in 1912. Nuh uh. Uh huh. Seems it was found afloat, near (or strapped too..differing stories) Wallace Hartley. Returned to his fiance who had bought it for him.  She passed in 1939, her sister gave it to the Salvation Army, they passed it on to a violin teacher, he passed it on further.  Was found in an attic in the UK in 2004. Authenticated, sold at auction in 2013 for $1.13 million. 

In 2012 Karl Kissner was cleaning out his aunt's attic, lo and behold, 700 baseball cards from 1910, the likes of Cy Young, Ty Cobb, Honus Wagner, etc.  Yep, $3 mil at auction. 

My favorite, and damn the luck I can't find the article. A couple was exploring the attic of the house they'd purchased, found a huge, neatly preserved pile of love letters, wrapped in a ribbon, that were to, and from a World War I soldier and his beloved girlfriend back in the US.

There was nothing vulgar or sexual within the letters, simply STRONG thoughts, words of love.

Turns out, he returned from the war, they married, had two children but he passed sometime in the late 30's.

She lived another 50 years. Sure, she had suitors, but never married as none were as special as what she, he shared, lived.  There was one last, more recent letter in the pile.  It was written shortly before she died, expressing her happiness to soon join him again.

Victurd, a blog that's absurd.

Nice ryhme, but no reason to boo me.

Ok. You can leave your hat on then.

Forward by The NCAA NIL committee...

And, Atticus Finch

Love, Victurd