Thank god for Merriam-Webster online dictionairy. How would I begin my first blog without it? It seems as though the events of this past weekend were taken out of the history books and brought into a real life battle. This battle...of course...was declared on two very different nations in the comfort of a lesser known nation called...(drum roll please)...Ventura (pronounced Ven-ture-uh...as in "uh oh I forgot to ask for Kenny Loggins permission for this blog).
The Nations
Flickintoria (flick-en-tor-ia)
On the left side of our battle field stands a strong army built upon the laurels and traditions of those similar to a peaceful nation. Don't let the colors and uniform of this country fool you, Flickitntoria is a nation who sits back ready to rise, like the yeast in a newly mixed cinnamon-raisin bread batter.
Ramonia (ray-moan-ia)
On the right side of our physical dispute rests a country armed to the teeth in weapons of mass extermination (rum and a little diet coke for the ladies). Naughty or nice, this empire has the eye-catching charm to stop a soldier in his tracks while it smashes all hopes and dreams of victory into a million little pieces. With a carefully planned attack, this nation will not fall.
...and the battle begun
Prior to previous belief, the art of war is actually an art. The melody of trash talking, the rhythm of the cards hitting the table, an opera like howl of "noooooooooooo" when you have lost, and the drama of defeat.
Wait, war? That's right...one deck, two players, one victor.
Jessie: "Kenny, give me a good card."
Kenny: "I'm just laying them down in order...that's what she said."
Jessie: "Ok, but give me good cards. "
Kenny: "Honey, honey, honey..."
Mike: "HAHA! Drink three. "
Battle cries....all battle cries...
With one eye brow raised, Mike reaches to adjust his Santa hat (of course in fashion since it is past Thanksgiving, thank goodness!). Jessie calls out a battle cry saying, "GO FISH!" bringing terror into the heart of the opponent. Upon this shout, Mike must now reach for the 12 ounces of shiny metal in front of him and be the hand that carries his own fate. War is tough, but fishing is even tougher.
The victor shall remain nameless...
As cold frigid air takes up the space outside the war field, both nations have come to an agreement with three words that shall echo into the night:
"Last game, seriously."
All I know is that war can have a positive effect for everyone. In the end, you always get something out of it...whether it be 6 crispy churros on the ride home or a nice pat on the back from the enemy saying "good game", there is something to be said about a game where the only dangerous result of a loss is having a little bit more fun than the winner.
"Mankind must put an end to war before war puts an end to mankind."
-John F. Kennedy
"War and mankind equal a fun time as long as in that time you bust a rhyme."
-Kenneth S. Bringelson
1 comment:
solid. & i don't think mr. loggins will mind
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