Brian Spurlock-US PRESSWIRE
FLY, BIG BROS. FLY FREE. FLY FAST.
A personal message of encouragement to those men over 250 pounds running the 40 in the combine this weekend. Play this in the background for maximum effect.
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of—wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air....
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark nor even eagle flew—
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
--John Gillespie Magee
Fly fast this weekend, big bros. Fly free. Fly with the power of chicken's wings. Hundreds and hundreds of double-fried, savory chicken's wings.