Good morning. How’s everything?
Big football game tonight. Yes, yes, yes, The Eskimos and the Vancouver, or is the name B.C. perhaps, Lions. Wise Wally just ordered his eggs — sunny side up, you know, like he always does — and has a few words for our Eskimos.
Ah, yes, In the words if my beloved Shakespeare for thy Eskimo soliders this eve.
“I’ll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hacked.
“Cry “havoc!” and let loose the dogs of war, That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial.”
“We know what we are, but know not what we may be.”
“It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.”
Which, of course, translates seemless into buy one battle cry: “Go Esks Go!”