One of the greatest honors a human can receive was bestowed upon me last night. In the holiest of locations amongst the prophets, diplomats, and leaders of our generation, I was chosen. I was named Captain of The Black Team.
While I accept the responsibilities, the duties, of Team Captain, the prestige, the fame, will be shared by us all. No one person can win the 50 Day Club. It's a club for a reason. It exist because of the community, the family, of drunken heroes who commit themselves to this sacred caused.
Oh and did I mention WE FUCKING ROCKED SHIT LAST NIGHT! Like a tiger-blooded, samurai, torpedo, we whooped ass in last night's challenge. While the puprs, rednekks, and greegrees, were stuck in the kiddie pool. The Momma Flippin Black Team was doing Cannonballs off the high dive. Drinking beers and hittin' on the Lifeguard. We dove to the bottom of the deep end and came up with a treasure chest of WINNING!
So what if we're a point back? We got the momentum. We got the trophy this week. For the next 50 days it's Black History Month! Ya Dig!?!?!??!
See y'all at the bar. Captain's Orders.
"The Next 50 Days is Black History Month."
ReplyDeleteThat is our t-shirt. Boom.
Vivre le capitain!