Beer Commissioner Speaks on Fate

I'm not a terribly sentimental guy, but I'm man enough to cry at movies.  No, not chick flicks.  Real movies.  Like in Rocky II, when Adrianne is in the hospital, Rocky is sitting by her bedside, she manages to muster up enough energy to say "win".  Of course, Rocky knocks out Apollo Creed, and the world as we know it is better off.  Or, the final scene in Saving Private Ryan, when Private Ryan is standing at the Captain's grave with his family, trying to explain to Tom Hanks how he "earned it". 

I don't really have a sentimental story about meeting Mrs. Commissioner and getting married.  I can't sit here and tell you how she twirled around the pole better than all the other girls, or some other equally romantic and endearing story.  Meeting my wife was fate.  It was going to happen.  It was in the cards.  The fortune tellers in Jackson Square in New Orleans could've predicted it with a one card tarot deck.

You see my wife's family name is Chmelir.  Her people came from Czechoslovakia.

All the Czech people, who actually speak the Czech language are now sitting at their computers, reading this blog, saying, holy cow, this is the funniest blog I've ever read.  Then, when they read this entry, they will all be sitting at their computers saying, wow, it is fate! 

My friends, Chmelir in Czech, means beer hops.  Yes, the Beer Commissioner married a woman whose last name is literally beer hops.  Tell me that's not fate!  Oh, I know the cynics out there are saying, she married me for my dashing good looks, wavy hair, dazzling smile and sparkling wit.  There are other cynics saying she married me because of a cataclysmic error in judgment.  But deep down, I know the real reason: my dashing good looks....no, just kidding....really, it was fate.

So folks, this weekend, enjoy a nice cold beer, enjoy watching your favorite team win their game, unless your favorite team is the Razorbacks, in which case, you can enjoy your favorite team winning next week, and embrace fate.  If you embrace fate, and drink enough beer, you never know who you might wake up next to tomorrow morning!

 

 

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