Any good luck rituals you are using today?
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Waiting in line for ops mom. Long line this morning.
In the early hours of the morning I found myself engaged in a dizzying frenzy of pregame prep. A 6 course meal was well underway and would likely require several more hours of intense focus and impeccable planning for a perfect delivery to the 3 dozen esteemed guests expected later that day.
The veracity of my culinary ambition would not subdue my intense fandom for our beloved team, however. I was simultaneously playing every available video of past Iowa teams in the NCAA tournament, in chronological order, all played at double speed in attempt to fuel my insatiable love for hawkeye basketball.
My energy was soaring as adrenaline and testosterone filled every vessel in my body. I needed an outlet, a channel for my overwhelming masculinity. I ran to my weight room and in my haste I skipped any sort of warm up, throwing myself into a workout unmatched by any that had come before it. I set PRs for squat, deadlift, and bench press with ease, reaching at least 150% of my previous bests. I say this not out of hubris, but as a testament to the overwhelming intensity of day that had yet to pass 5AM.
My wife was awoken by my fevered mania and quickly overcome by my fierce virility and demanded that I service her, repeatedly. Without question or hesitation I complied with a vigor unmatched by any of my previous exploits of the morning. At this point it seemed likely that my potent performance had resulted in the conception of multiple lives before I had even eaten breakfast.
Then I woke up, so I'll probably drink some beer I guess.
The veracity of my culinary ambition would not subdue my intense fandom for our beloved team, however. I was simultaneously playing every available video of past Iowa teams in the NCAA tournament, in chronological order, all played at double speed in attempt to fuel my insatiable love for hawkeye basketball.
My energy was soaring as adrenaline and testosterone filled every vessel in my body. I needed an outlet, a channel for my overwhelming masculinity. I ran to my weight room and in my haste I skipped any sort of warm up, throwing myself into a workout unmatched by any that had come before it. I set PRs for squat, deadlift, and bench press with ease, reaching at least 150% of my previous bests. I say this not out of hubris, but as a testament to the overwhelming intensity of day that had yet to pass 5AM.
My wife was awoken by my fevered mania and quickly overcome by my fierce virility and demanded that I service her, repeatedly. Without question or hesitation I complied with a vigor unmatched by any of my previous exploits of the morning. At this point it seemed likely that my potent performance had resulted in the conception of multiple lives before I had even eaten breakfast.
Then I woke up, so I'll probably drink some beer I guess.
Ol' Doodle can't reveal all of the details, but it involves college girls, cocaine and the city of New Orleans.
Doodle can neither confirm nor deny if that may be part of the "details" that shall remain unspecified.
