I also see that Team Cucumber is in the lead and that you are all taking this team choosing in the spirit in which it was intended, which is to say that you are drawing your own lascivious conclusions about the team names and their meanings and starting to fan the flames of competition in the comments.
I like that. I like to watch people get riled up about crazy shit. This is probably why I like professional sports and also not-so-professional sports like the strong man competition, for instance.
Watch a dude tow an airplane with a rope? Yes, please. Watch the spectators cheer as though this ferociously huge man-beast is their own personal lord and savior? YES, PLEASE. If only I could get these fans to fight each other while wearing their favorite strong man's face on a Tshirt...
All in due time.
For now, though, I encourage you to pledge your allegiance to the vegetable team you think will produce the most poundage in this year's harvest.
Sound like crazy shit? Right. Now go get fired up about it. Swearing and calling out the other team's fans is heartily endorsed.
Meanwhile, I'm planting more produce for your amusement.
|What? This doesn't do it for you?|
OK. So that may not bring to mind many provocative thoughts.
Well, nevermind then. Perhaps grapes - EVEN CONCORD GRAPES - aren't that erotic.
|How about now?|
Anyway, the story here is that I planted grapes. Four Eastern Concord variety grapevines, to be precise. And thanks to sexy Bubba (who refuses to pose in his underwear with grapes - lame.), I also have a fantastically simple and effective trellis for the forthcoming grapes.
Just a handful of eye screws, galvanized cabling, a few ferrules and a small turnbuckle turned the fence into an adjustable grape trellis.
|It's hard to explain how much I love this turnbuckle.|
And, perhaps as a result of the grapes' desire to see underwear models parading around our backyard, they've begun to grow.
|You see the leaf so do not even try to tell me that you do not. LOOK HARDER.|
Now, my hope is that the grapes will grow big strong vines on which many big clusters of luscious Concord grapes can grow so that I can sit in that chair you see there and pluck cocktail snacks from the vine without getting up.
|I figure with a bit of stretching, grapes will be within arm's reach.|
And also meanwhile underwear models wander the yard.