Fantasy football is such a source of fun it amazes me that it isn't called our new National Pastime. It bothered me when our high school league split up only to come back in a smaller faction. I wish I had that long standing league where the same 12 guys meet in a room and drink way too much with each other, make fun of each other like it was the roast of Bob Saget, and then drink way too much that night reminiscing about your collective experiences.
This brings me to the next point, high school friends. Reading Bill Simmons' Vegas articles, which are a must read for anybody that's frequented Vegas with some friends, it made me reaffirm how much your old high school friends are amazing. We just had our annual Cow Chip festival in which the majority of people come back, similar to the day before Thanksgiving, AKA Black Wednesday. You have to love never lacking something to talk about, or being made fun of for shit that happened 8 years ago. The shared experiences that you can draw from is "deeper than the deepest ocean, wider than the sky". I'll pay somebody to find the song that goes to, because I have no idea. It makes me wonder why people drift apart, or why in this day and age do people still lose touch? It's too easy to find people and get back in touch, even if it's just to make sure they're doing OK.
Next point: Why the fuck did my class not get a class reunion and why haven't we done something about it? Class of 2003, let's pull something together for this year and make it our oddball 7 year reunion. Too much greatness to not meet up every 5 years or less to live it up with each other again.
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