Homecoming

The family post tells me that my little brother is on the homecoming court, meaning that he has become the second most popular Brammer ever, trailing only my great-grandpa the milkman. Those people in Liverpool loved the milky! In any case, William will be welcoming home that Brookfield Central football team when it returns from its long and dangerous travels to and fro Menomonee Falls...where they played the week before...and actually came back from that same night...

Which brings me to a coupling of questions: 1. Would my Celtic ancestors be proud that the traditional homecoming celebration they experienced when coming back from bloody battlegrounds has been transliterated by modern society into amateur football? and 2. Do I have any Celtic ancestors?

To answer the second: Probably, but I am mostly black. Just check out my skillz on the court. (To white people: The "court" I am referencing is the basketball court, which goes well with this already sports-related post! Holla! (To white people: Holla is something "we" yell when we are excited. It is the "huzzah" of the streets)).

To answer the first: I think that our ancestors would be glad that enough peace exits for us to toss around celebrations such as "homecoming" so frivolously. I suppose such peace is what they were fighting for. Though only for their own clan. The other clans could go wanne that aprill six feet under, if you catch my Chaucer.

However, the ancestors would most definitely be upset with high school ale bans. What?! No hogshead brews at the homecoming feast?! This is a sin only the Gods of the Deep could condone! Bring on the barrels and give them to all, for nature has graced us with a fine harvest this season!

A fine harvest, indeed!