Ringer!

You never find trouble when you are looking. But the moment you stop looking and go about your business, it finds you.

It was one tall extra spicy ceasear and a catch up session with Candace, nothing more, nothing less. It wasn't supposed to have any lasting effects on my life.

But...it most certainly did.

My life, overnight, has gone from a nice, normal pace, back and forth between work and home. I had time for squash games, grocery shopping and bbq's. But now. Now I don't even have time to write this.

I'm in training.

I wake up and I visualize the perfect toss. All day I hear the Swoosh as the oddly-shaped piece of metal tears through the air; see the 'tink' as it hits the stick; feel the rush of a ringer!

Yes my friend - I have signed up for a high-stakes horseshoe tournament!

Brunch included.

My life now consists of watching u-tube videos on the how-to's of horseshoes. I eat, I breath, I sleep horseshoes.

Problem is, I don't have any horseshoes. If you do and you'd like to lend them to a friend in need - I'm in need. Heavy. I have only 13 days to the big game. I'm half ready - I've got the trash talking part nailed, but I need to at least hold a real horseshoe in advance - my entire reputation hangs on this...I can't go home without that trophy!

Please help! If you or anyone you know has a horse that wouldn't mind lending me his shoe for a day or two, call me right away!

I'll remember you with much gratitude in my 1st prize acceptance speech...and my future Nike sponsorship deals...