Write about: the rallying cry.
Here we go again. At least, I hope so. Game six goes Friday night in Kansas City. Game seven will hopefully be the Saturday feature in KC.
My birthday, apparently, is less than a week away. Which means Max turns three in just over two weeks. Squeeze Halloween in between the two and it makes for a crazy time of year.
These recent times have been terribly dark. They have, unquestionably, left their mark. Far from a walk in the park, it has been more like leaking blood while swimming with a shark.
But now, at last, a change is at hand. Can't you feel it sweeping across our land? Sure, it wasn't planned, but our hidden, passionate fires have been fanned. It is time to get up off our knees and stand!
These tyrants will cower in fear when our mighty army draws near. We have no need for bow or spear in order to stand atop the ramparts and cheer. Our time is here, this is our hour, our day, our year. And to think... it all began with a single tear.