Monday, November 19, 2007

Fried Chicken, Sweet Nectar of the Gods




Because of the whole Barry Bonds disaster a lot of people have been asking olde Wade if he used steroids during his playing days.

The only thing I have to say to is if you consider fried chicken a performance enhancer then I am guilty as charged. Put an asterisk made of chicken bones on my hall of fame plaque, because I ate a bucket before every game.

And I will punch the man in the damn face who thinks there is anything wrong with that.

Although I will say, it was around the same time that I switched to the organic free range chicken that my numbers started to decline. There was something the Colonel put in his extra crispy that kept olde Wade feeling strong.

Be good people,
because Wade is watching.

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