WTF - I'm blogging?

I know what your thinking...."what a sh*tf*g"!

"Why was I directed to this site?"

"Why was I asked to participate?"

"Is Daddy planning on tarping Balbach's nose during the wedding vows?"

"Can I turn this into a drinking game?"

"Where are all the naked people?" (Scott, I'm looking at you)

The answers to these questions/comments with the exception of the last one (hopefully) will present themselves shortly.

Prediction #1 - I will be personally attacked for this. My hope is that this occurs in the form of written/verbal abuse. My fear is that one of us, no need to mention names....we are all friends, will run back what was once dubbed "The Paralytic Chop" on me when I least expect it in the office that we both work at. Chances are the core of my written/verbal abuse will come from this same person.

Listen, I'm going to kick this thing off with our first topic of discussion and see if it takes....

Topic of the day - Does Daddy's Bavarian Festival "no show" constitute a) an indictment on the Festival itself, b) Daddy's coming of age, or c) a downgrade in his endowed status of Commission Chairperson.

It's my belief that by committing this aggregious deed, the only correct answer can be "C". Before everyone starts calling/emailing me, please hear me out. This answer was not an easy one to come by...we all know how much of Thompson's heart and soul he put into festival. You don't need to remind me of that year he made the shirts....in fact I still wear mine weekly. I also need no reminder of the grilled brats and jager parties he threw where he forced his mother to take countless pulls of jagermeister. His passion, his countdown, his choreographed dance with Keller....friends it saddens me to say that this fire has burned out. That much was evident when we learned Daddy would not knock off a measly 15 hour drive (one way) to attend OUR beloved festival. NOTE: Some hermits may make an argument that 15 hours is quite a long trip. To that I respond loudly - A.J. SCHREMS! A.J. Schrems made the trip from Colorado, and I'm pretty sure he hates soft pretzels and doesn't really even like pavilions.

There are some things that are inherently true.....among those are Phil being mexi-asian, Bart being alternative, and Bavarian Festival being the grandest event ever created. The flagpole dance, the crowning of the queen, the parade....not to mention where else could one go and hand someone 3 tickets and in return receive a small plastic cup of beer? Yes friends, this is how I picture heaven. For these reasons I must eliminate option a.

Option B was even more difficult to eliminate, especially with the rumors that have been circulating. You all have heard them.....A.T. doesn't drink anymore, Thomspon isn't with a different chick every night, Daddy isn't #1 on the polls. All of us have heard these things...most of the time from very credible sources. It seems to me that believing this would take a great leap of faith. That's like having someone tell me that the sky is a deep blood red color. I think back to the last time I looked at the sky, remembering it was blue, not deep blood red. I then dig deep into my memory to try to think of a time the sky might have looked remotely red....no luck. Further, I think of the next time I will be looking at the sky (at Balbach's wedding), and I can't imagine it not drinking it's face off, women surrounding it, and holding up it's pointer finger while telling anyone who will listen that it's number one.

The only answer remaining is one that when I started this process I believed I would never come to. I'm sorry Adam Thompson, but I can no longer recognize you in your previous esteemed position.

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