Calmly, the Grim Reaper sips his whiskey slow...waiting for the chatter to reach an eerie quiet.
He then turns to Mr. Emery, and barely above a whisper retorts...you know Ray...that black guys can't swim right?
Aghast, and in disbelief, an accomplished and proud Ray Emery can't believe it. Even after all this, still disrespect. It never ends in this world does it? He immediately goes outside, finds the nearest lake, and shouts back at the bar at the top of his lungs...
"Glub Glub Glub"
RIP hero!!! You were one of my favorites!! God...I remember when you went 16-0 or something or 19-1 whatever it was, and we won a cup behind Crow...you could have led the team that year...no doubt. Will never be forgotten. Much glass was pounded, many glasses drunk in your name!!! It was our honor, death comes for us all...yours was too soon.
Sorry for the bad joke, and the bad mind times of the Rask.
This place preserved my writing and reading muscles in the darkest of times. Posters held my specificity and clarity to the fire, I am a better man for CCS..despite my lack of tact and appropriateness that remains. Not something I can learn here,and I have something I must do...my matilda...my quest...a world to save... so I must go...
666 days. all I got. Death comes for us all after all, no time to waste. Be well brothers. Win chicago pride, ride the wave...the triple city championship is near...sorry bulls/sox...reiny must heed the grim reapers words before his franchises win again.