three rounds
what follows was pieced together from a series of status updates on Facebook on what was – – by media accounts – – a winter storm of epic proportions. comments by Facebook Friends have been omitted to protect their identities as they may no longer wish to be associated with me. for other quixotic postings, i’ll direct your attention to nah nah boo boo, racing a train or the very seasonal chicken anyone?
enjoy!
Jerry “the Champ” Cameron just completed Round #2 with the challenger “Ole’ Man Winter”. For those just joining the action, the Champ started Round 1 with a flurry of deft moves with his trusted snow shovel making his driveway and sidewalk clear as a summer’s day. As the bell rang to end Round 1, a massive pile of heavy/wet snow was dumped at the foot of the Champ’s driveway.
Undeterred, the champ bolted from his corner during Round #2 with a flurry of quick jabs with his snow shovel, making quick work of the wall of snow at the foot of his driveway. clearly, the Champ is hitting his stride as he’s showboating a bit by waving to the snowplow driver and the postman. The Champ’s gotta be on guard for the third and final round as “Ole’ Man Winter” is known for kicking up the wind and dropping the mercury.
The champ emerged from his corner to begin the third and final round with “Ole’ Man Winter” decked out in enough Cool-Max, Omni-Tech and spandex to make any endurance athlete green with envy. Standing at the foot of the drive, the champ patiently awaited his GPS to sync. Stepping foot beyond the friendly confines of his driveway, the scene was reminisce of the movie Rocky V with the fight spilling onto the city streets.
Ole’ Man Winter brought along a bit more wind than had been seen in the early rounds but neglected to drop the mercury enough to discourage the Champ. The Champ wound his way through the darkened city street dodging poorly driven SUVs and even a Domino’s Pizza delivery driver. A group of poorly insulated teens posed the only real challenge to the champ. As he neared the group they had the bright idea to have an impromptu race with the Champ as he rolled down a long hill.
Always up for a challenge, the Champ playfully toyed with the teens – one of whom held a lit cigarette in hand – with a friendly wave and shouted “c’mon” as he slowly pulled away from the poorly prepared youth. Making one last turn up the last hill the champ turned his attention back to Ole’ Man Winter and adeptly picked his way up the icy, snow covered roadway and made his way back to his homestead.
While heading back indoors for a hot shower, the Champ could faintly hear the announcer stating “by unanimous decision and still champion…” before the wind drowned out the remainder into an inaudible roar of approval.