The Summer Of Yak

It was a good summer. And a lot of people were responsible for helping me have the summer I had. Gord Rickards for one. José Cuervo and Jack Daniels maybe as well, although they probably caused me more harm than good. But when I am old and busted, I will still forever look back upon the year 2010 and it’s wonderful summer…and I will know precisely the exact moment that my life peaked at its greatest zenith. It doesn’t get much better than this.

Because it’s all downhill from here.

I want to thank my coed softball team, and the magical championship winning season we had. I had dinner afterward with my beautiful girlfriend – prime rib with mashed potatoes and a beer. And then I feel asleep on her couch while she was in the middle of telling me a story or something, I can’t remember. Truly, the perfect day. It was a thrill to win the men’s league championship two days before, but there is a special feeling to finally climbing the modestly-sized mountain for our coed league championship for the first time, finally. It means we are not complete failures as per our own self-created arbritary standards. Being proud of a rec league softball championship is pretty lame, I know this.

But not if you win two. THAT’S RIGHT BITCHES, TWO TIMES!!!

Got my eyes zapped, plunged my financial stability into doubt forever, almost died in a horrific prostitute-related boating accident that only I know about and will never retell to anyone ever again, two softball championships, the closest I’ve ever come to finally destroying this website with a self infected virus…I have tasted the fruits and let the juices drip down my chin. I have proclaimed this as The Summer of Yak.

On top of that, I’m pretty sure this is the craziest link anyone will ever post on this site. That’s right, I’m pretty sure this is a dress made out of Magic cards.

QUICKLY NOW come up with as many horrible Magic puns as you can that do not involve the term “tap.”

…Giant Growth? …Urza’s Tower?

Still a little summer left.



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