One Nation, Under God
I never win anything.
Except for in Madden Football, a game which I have played for over a dozen years.
50-50 raffles? Forget about it.
Every time I hear a number called, I hope that whoever is called isn’t there so they can do a recall.
Am I a poor sport? Probably. In fact, yes I am a sore loser.
But that’s only because everyone wants to win.
Last Friday was a weird day. Little did I know that it was a day of victory.
I gallivanted to the Firehouse with Mark for a firehouse burger prepared by our local volunteer Fire Department.
They had fish sandwiches too, but let’s be honest. If you put a mouth watering beef burger and a fish sandwich in front of me, you know I’m going turf over surf,
Not only did I get a burger. I doubled that bad boy.
That was the best burger I had in a while. It was so tasty, I decided to follow it with a single burger covered in baked beans.
That was a winning moment. But anyone who was at that particular feed was a winner.
Fast forward to later just after noon.
I was supposed to be at the Ag-Day exhibit interviewing a few folks for the Grapevine portion of our paper, but ADD is a gift and a curse.
To me, there is nothing like a Freebie.
I survived my collegiate career on free food and free t-shirts.
So when I saw all of the goodies, which included a color changing cup compliments of Youth Dynamics, it’s an understatement to say I was a little distracted.
I scored a fly-swatter and other little things advertising various companies throughout the area.
Then I entered a few raffles.
Knowing that I never win a raffle other than at the annual Malta Walleyes Unlimited Banquet (on a good year), I entered knowing I wouldn’t win anything.
Though If you saw me at the Triangle Communications table I came across as really confident that I would win the Amazon Kindle Fire HDX they raffled that day.
Aimlessly bumbling around at the various tables for people to interview, I heard the announcer say “And the Amazon Kindle Fire goes to....”
Before they said the winner, I rose my hand in victory and said, “That’s mine.”
The next words would make me want to jump around like a middle school girl at a Justin Beiber concert.... “Pierre Bibbs.”
I lost it. So happy that I won I had no idea where I had to go to pick up my prize.
Sweet. Victory.
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