One of man’s most dependable and overlooked partners is
ground. Is there a more foundational friend for man than the surface that
supports his toesies. Clearly, not. Imagine, if you will for a moment, a world
without ground. Floating aimlessly, like in space, or worse, falling,
endlessly, like in a world without ground. See?
It is a time for a moment of reflection and profound
appreciation for our most frequently silent amigo. Expecting nothing, offering
never-ending support, ground is our everything. Hail you, ground.
Anti shout-out to quicksand, earthquakes and tsunamis, those
rare instances when ground starts free-lancing and goes rogue. All the more
reason to honor traditional ground behavior, I say.
Operation 365 2 - Jefferson Jay - Originals - 235 "Do
the Olympics Love You?" by Jefferson Jay
Welcome to Olympics Day on this here operation 365 2. It’s a
bonanza of athletic excitement for two weeks every four years. But then what?
It stops. Does it ask if you want it to stop? Never. It leaves you high and
dry, desperate for it’s return, whenever the heck it gets around to coming
back, approximately every four years. How would you feel if you mother or a
lover treated you with such haphazard regard. You’d feel like that sandbox the
long jumpers jump in, I bet.
Folks, Americans, especially ladies, have a rabid love
affair, with these two quadrennial weeks where we devote ourselves to sports we
are otherwise unaware of. It’s OK. It’s the human interest stories, like the
polluted pool and the swimmer who got robbed at gunpoint that truly tug at our
heart strings. Bottom line folks, is that the Olympics are the best and we are
lucky to watch commercials that pay for them. Shot out to the Olivers and Cat
Chengery, who really light up when discussing these athletic achievements. They
inspired this song. Ask yourself, my friends, would the Olympics let you cry on
their shoulder if you had a broken heart. I wonder.
Those of you keeping score at home can check the box for
five straight “Sports Songs of the Week.”
Operation 365 2 - Jefferson Jay - Covers - 235 "Bugler's Dream" by Leo Arnaud
Now I don’t know the name of The Olympic Song. That’s what
I call it. I guess I’m going to have to look it up. What I do know, is I
crushed it, roughly as hard as you can possibly a capella crush a magnum opus
of this genre. I am the Usain Bolt of this. We are all the Usain Bolt of being
ourselves. That’s a pretty awesome thing, actually.
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