A Death in the Family

Today the ChopStar Nation is in mourning.

One of our members is dead.  Not technically dead as in no longer living and breathing, but this person is for all intents and purposes dead to us.  Billy Cueto has quit the ChopStar Nation.  I just got the message last night.  He is "too busy" to participate this year.  He can't afford the $20 entrance fee "due to these hard economic times."  He can't take the "overwhelming sense of failure" he felt by losing all time last year.  BLAH, BLAH, BLAH.  So, after a restless night of my vacillating between tears of abject anger and tears of unsurmountable sorrow, I finally mustered the strength and energy to type this update.

Billy Cueto will be missed by one or two of us, or more likely none of us.  He is gone.  He was the past.  We will look only to the future.  I know I once said that once a Nationer, always a Nationer.  That is no longer true.  I spit on the face of Billy Cueto.  He is dead to me.  He is dead to you.  He is dead to all of us.  No longer is our motto "once a Nationer, always a Nationer."  Now our motto is "don't fuck with the Nation and then there is a very good possibility that we won't fuck with you."

A replacement for the coach of team Mayhem is already in the works.  We are still strong.  We shall overcome.

I, however, am sad.

Yours,

ETL
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