If you live in a WC host city, I can't implore enough how necessary it should be for you to go and experience a fan rally or watch party over the next few weeks.
Just in Dallas alone, the city's energy has been incredible. We MAY get one more chance like this in our lifetime.
I went to In-N-Out and ordered a cheeseburger. The cashier, a calm young woman named Destiny, asked me a question I did not expect.
"You want that Animal Style?"
I paused.
I did not know what this meant. But a samurai does not admit he does not know. So I answered with weight.
"...Animal Style."
"Cool. So that's mustard-grilled, extra spread, grilled onions, pickles. Yeah?"
I understood now. This was a sacred permission. For one meal, I was being told to put down my manners at the door. To eat the way a beast eats, without shame. I had waited my whole life for someone to give me this order.
"Yes," I said. "I will become the animal."
Destiny did not blink. "...Okay. You want your fries Animal Style too?"
I stopped. Even the potatoes?
"The potatoes also become animals?"
"I mean, they get cheese and sauce and grilled onions, so..."
"Then yes. Let the potatoes abandon their restraint as well."
"...Got it." She was the calmest woman I have ever met. "3x3, 4x4, or just the one?"
I did not know these numbers, but I knew a challenge when I heard one. "How many must I face?"
"It's, like, how many patties you want."
"How many is the most honorable?"
"...Four is a lot."
"Then four. A warrior does not ask for fewer."
She wrote it down without argument. A 4x4, Animal Style, with animal fries. She warned me once, kindly. "That's gonna be huge." I told her I was counting on it.
It arrived. It was a tower. Cheese and sauce ran down my hands the moment I lifted it. There was no clean way to eat it. There was no dignified way. That was the entire point.
I ate it like a beast. Both hands, no honor, grilled onion on my chin, and I have to be honest with you, it was the best thing I have ever put in my mouth.
For thirty years I have kept my manners at every table in the world.
They handed me a burger and told me to be an animal, and I have never felt so free.
So tell me, America.
The whole country knows the secret menu. What else are you hiding in plain sight?
And "Animal Style." Was I eating the animal, or finally becoming one?
@MrGeorgeWallace Funny how the European racists always seem to take a month-long break from wringing their hands over losing their national identity when there are tournaments to be won!
First the Reflecting Pool turned green with algae. Then the paint started peeling. Now it's headed for another round of repairs.
Another example of misplaced priorities when Americans are focused on the rising cost of everyday life.
LA | Vegas | Dallas | Boston
I now understand why most Americans don’t have passports or feel the need to travel outside the country. They have everything a human needs right here.
Every single city is unique and has different things to do. I never wanna leave this place, how can I make it permanent? 🇺🇸
So an Antifa scuba diver with a box cutter snuck into the Reflecting Pond to cut a 300 foot section out while evading all cameras and law enforcement in order to sabotage Trump.
Do I have that right?
Our house rule is you don't have to go to sleep if you're reading. So my 8 year old is now reading 6th grade reading level because he likes thinking that he's getting away with staying up after bedtime. Win/win.
Nightly walk through Ann Arbor and a quick visit to the stadium of the University of Michigan. This is the biggest stadium in the US and the third largest in the whole world (107,601 capacity)🤯
How hard did New Yorkers party after the @nyknicks championship win? Some @MTA stats: there were 329,000 rides early Sunday morning (midnight to 5am) after the victory -- surpassing the average New Year's Eve crowds, which were around 268,000.