This Winter KC has transformed our nickname from The City of Fountains, to, The City of Mountains, as in parking lots, roadsides, there've been a heaping helping never melting tall pile after tall pile of... snow.
With the exception of folks who patronized the now legal dispensaries, we all have forgotten what grass looks like.
Presto, some 40 degree temps, even one day of 50, melting, "look, I can see the green on hole #15!"... and then whoomp, ther' it is, more cold, more snow, more mountains.
As the six of us dudes sat around discussing the impending forecast next week (first day of the week projected to be in excess of 20 degrees is Saturday.).. some smartass (uh huh, you guessed it) offered "yeah, but at least we've got the Chiefs."
Sauna temp went from one-fitty to 60 in a sweat drop... as I looked around I felt like I was a stranger at the dog park and five of em were snarling at me.
Point being, we made it past whateverinthehell that was last Sunday in The Big Easy... The Big Easy for the Eagles.
The little redheaded singing snotnose was right... the sun'll come out. .. kinda.. the kids even went back to school two days last week. Grief counseling? No, weather.
If ya puff your chests out during parades, ya gotta suck it up when the same team charades as an NFL champ, ie, instead, chump.
America got its wish.. the Election? No, the R O L A I D relief from Mahomes, Andy, Chris, whyinthehell do they keep showing her, and, her boyfriend, who, in this game, looked more like 87 than 35.
A genuine buttkicking. Happens. Did to Brady. Manning. Elway, hell even Bradshaw and Bart Starr. Who? See? Maybe one day we'll forget.
Just another bump in life's road. Like, when your honey threw your class ring in your face. HEY, WAIT A MINUTE, SHE NEVER GAVE IT BACK!
The day you finally had to send the '71 Volkswagen convertible to the yard of bones.
What? CHAPTER 7? OH SH*T. Honey, where'd I put my resume'?
Honey? Oh sh*t, whar'd she go?
I jest, kinda.
Sometimes life is like a sandwich of only two pieces of bread.
Thankfully, it's also incredible. A peanut butter and banana sandwich. Victor? You mean PB&J? No.
Or, a 300 burger. Perfection.
Having children. A new house, car. Over the river and through the woods to Grandmother's house we went.
Family. Beloved inlaws. I even remember that time a few years back I actually got to repair a golf divot.
Grandkids.
Friends, laughs, gorgeous weather, birthday cakes, retirement parties, weddings, blockbuster movies, binging Netflix, scratching your hound's back to get his back paw running like 60.
Singing in the car. Watching the stars. A firepit with friends encircled and the smoke ain't going in anyone's face.
Laundry done, house clean, take a ride in the country? Family, class reunions. Hugs, a spatula turning life back over, joyously looking in the rear view mirror with the certainty of 'objects may be (probably are) fatter than they appear.
What were we talking about?
Oh yeah, Patrick.
To everyone within earshot.. the Pacific.. the Atlantic... the Gulf of....whatever, we made it. With Gloria Gaynor as our role model, we made it. We will survive.
I love rock and roll, put another dime ($6) in the jukebox baby.
With age brings rust (Tin Man). Occasionally we lose our gourd (Scarecrow). We blurt, occasionally forgetting our heart (Cowardly Lion). Whatever shortcomings life throws us, we continue down the yellow brick road.
In times of 2 and 14 seasons (we've had 22 losing seasons) we'll faithfully follow, root for, them red slippers.
Forward by Dorothy, SpongeBob (Patrick too), Gloria, BFF's, family, Srixon, junkyard dogs, Tubthumping, Elvis (I can't throw it and catch it too) Grrrrbac, sauna dudes, Jake from State Farm, Swifties everywhere, even Jalen, hurts, Louie (what a wonderful world), Charles (it was the best of times), even Lucy, who yanked the damn ball and kept Charlie from Buttkicking the Eagles. (Witchy woman). MISOGYNIST, AM NOT!
Cause I got a peaceful easy feeling.. and i know you won't let me down...
But if you do, we'll get back up again
LET'S GO ROYALS!
Honey, did you buy bananas?
Honey?
Love, Victurd
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