I had a busy day yesterday. While I should have been pouring over players and stats from the AFC for my AFC Preview I was sitting in a leaky rubber floatation device, on a lake, tending to a campfire and having a few PBR's in a can. Okay, it wasn't that busy of a day. But I did manage to found a city in between Pabst Blue Ribbons (they don't hand out the Blue Ribbons to just anybody). I should say co-founded. SugarDust (that was the blog handle he chose) is also a co-founder. We call it Raft City. Population 2.
There isn't much for bi-laws at Raft City other then you have to float on a raft. Preferably one scavenged from the piles of abandoned rafts in the woods nearby. Seriously, it was as if we had come across an Ancient Indian Rubber Raft Burial Ground. No fancy pants rafts are allowed at Raft City. If you've got a shiny new store bought raft - you ain't welcome.
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| Acceptable Raft |
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| High Falootin' Raft |
Unemployment is preferred in any Raft City applicant. If you want to sit around in a raft on the lake all day you can't have some kind of "job" dragging you down. We will consider Fully Employed applicants but only if it appears your "job" situation will improve in the coming months. We're betting that sucking down beers at Raft City during the middle of the week can help propel that along.
To take the Raft City oath you must recite the words to Bob Seger's Against The Wind. Or at least hum a few bars and agree with the co-founders that Bob Seger Rules! Also, at your induction ceremony you must provide the co-founders with packages of polish sausages and cold beer or promise to bring some next time you visit. We take a man at his word in Raft City.
Huge Fan of Raft CityThis may all sound like the ravings of a madman but I swear I have never been more clear headed. I guess when you make it to Raft City you'll understand. Don't forget the polish sausages and cold beer.
Raft City - where every man sits on a raft and every raft is slowly sinking.
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