Day 9: Shi(r)t Show

"Awwwwwwwwww Shit son! You see that new Tee on dem Black Boyz?!?!?! That shits fresher den bananas in the produce section, ya herrrrrrrrrd me?"

          -Barack O'Bama when asked about The Black Team's new shirts

Shirts are done. Done done done. The paint is dry; the cotton is soft. (Yeah, I just used a semicolon in my blog. Got a problem? Suck my Dic....tionary) Let the good times roll! Can't wait to see me and the blackies reppin' our new logo! 

While I'm flying high about the shirts, I have terrible terrible news.

I can't be at tomorrow night's challenge. I figured it out on Sunday. My dance class (laugh it up) has a field trip to see some show at the Wexner Center in Columbus Wednesday at 8. I know, I know. SKIP IT! I would, but I told them I was a van driver so I'd be making a ton of people miss too. 

That's why I've worked so hard on the shirts, I was just really upset about letting all my illegitimate African-American teammates down. There is no excuse for a Captain to abandon his team in their hour of need. Vince Lombardi never ditched the Packers, Winston Churchill stuck next to the crooked-toothed English, even Big Bird always has Oscars back.  The black team doesn't back down. We sack up and black out. 

I'm sorry. I have a paper to write. I have more to say. But, for now, sorry is all I got.