My emotions got the better of me over the weekend. I was wrapped in my CBJ flag and surrounded by like-minded friends. There was a Call to Arms. There was a fantastic film and lots of um…drink. I laughed with a few of my pals and hugged several men for the hell of it. I got a tattoo. Then I did it.
I joined the Army.
Everyone cheered and patted me on the back as I walked over to my recruiter. I didn’t think twice. Mr. Mary wasn’t there to stop me and I signed my contract with a Sharpie. I handed over $20.00 and they handed me a scarf. I was told my card would be in the mail in a few days, and I was part of the Army now. The Arch City Army. A really cute fella took my picture and then I went back to my table and thought about my dedication to the Union Blue.
My pledge went something like this:
I promise to eat Donatos Pizza and have at least one Stinger donut, the official snacks of The Columbus Blue Jackets. I promise to never take Rick Nash’s name in vain and not only wear my flag but carry it. I will not mention Boomer again. Nationwide Arena is Our House…I will protect it from the local doubters, nay-sayers and idiots in-general and defend it from visiting fans as well. I will secure gear for the regular season. I will scream Leo’s name with pride and always hate Adam Foote.
I’m in the Army now.
Tried and True Union Blue…