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Zig said:

mr. Sun king coming together said:

I'd certainly jump a train to Montreal to see a game.

Me too. Maybe on the one after 9:09.

The first hot dog is on me!

Well, I'll always love me some Hot Dogs! I'll make sure I think of you when I have one at Citi Field, Zig.

Ah, I wonder why Paulrus never posts any more. I see him on often, but he almost never posts.

I’d enjoy that. See, whenever you do post (ranting about JFKin60, defending Strawberry from what ended up being herself, whatever), I enjoy the posts. A LOT. And call me mean, but without a crazy Aussie to mock, my ability to be sarcastic just shoots down. And I have my latest story, with the Beatles not only absent, they were also still not alive. This will be depressing, perhaps painful, and not a comedy. So, read at your own risk. Date? 1939. Place? Munich Germany. Plot? Wait and see. Here it is:

Cold, dreary, painful. 3000 British soldiers, down in Munich, fighting for the return of not only democracy and peace, but the return of sanity. Winston Churchill’s son, Jeremy, went in all alone, in the dead of night, and shot the man who for so many was a hero, and for so many, like the killer’s father, was a man who would be a menace. Fortunately, the world never got to see the demon he truly possessed. And, a true Revolution is underway. A battle which amounts to a battle between the Soviet Union and the British people, for democracy or absolute power. And, the man who saved Germany from that horrible second option, his grandson is here telling this story. My grandfather, with his two buddies, snuck out of camp 10 nights straight, seeing where the enemy leader lived. After that 10th night, they found the man. Joseph Stalin. With three shots, the man the Brits hated, the man loathed by his own people, loathed by his intellectual forebearer even, was killed. Within two months of that killing earlier in the year, the world had two tyrants killed in a world where this just didn’t happen. But if my granddad expected a hero’s welcome, he was in for a nasty shock. When he arrived in London, 500000 people has said he was a war criminal. And if they had been right, I wouldn’t have been here. But again, the great Brit who risked his son’s life for Britain saved the day. If Winston Churchill hadn’t forged that document to change the date, I wouldn’t be here. And, it proves men can be saviours. As I told a friend of mine this story days ago, his only response was a simple, “Life, love and war are not as they seem”. And that is so true. Why, my grandfather has told me stories of war that scare me to this day. But, maybe another day.
(Okay, none of this is true. Well, I had a grandfather serve in World War 2, but that’s the only true fact in this. I hope I offend no one with this. That is so not my intention.)