The 3/4 Rule
Considering it's still October 24th in the: Central, Mountain, and Pacific time zones, I'm just getting this Rocktober post in on time. Back in the late 80s, one of my good friends coerced me to join the town pee-wee football team after many failed attempts in the past. And I played for 3 years before coming to the conclusion that football can only be played the athletically gifted, which naturally, didn't include me. I do recall my good friend requesting our entrance onto the field be accompanied by a certain rock-tastic song, that had to do with a jungle. At the time, I failed to make the connection since our team nickname was the Bulldogs. Were we gonna hunt down lions or tigers?
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our team nickname was the Bulldogs.
Is this any connection to why you want a bulldog someday? Thank goodness you weren't nicknamed the Scorpions.