NUMBER 1000

“I know sometimes I act stupid and I say stupid things, but you kept me around and other people would have said "drop that bum". You give me respect. You know it's kinda hard for me to say these kinda things, cuz it ain't my way, but if I could just unzip myself and step out and be someone else, I'd wanna be you. You're all heart, Rock. “

That, quite frankly is how I feel about BT.  More importantly though, I was leaving a steamer this morning, and I stumbled upon the most outrageous and preposterous combination of gibberish and marvelous factual knowledge that common day man has ever heard.  The Roman Numeral for 1000 is “M.”  Nothing out of the ordinary, until you consider this:  M is the 13^th letter of a 26 letter alphabet, and 26 divided by 13 is 2.  Under normal circumstances that would fall into the realm of mathematical fact, but if you take into consideration that 2 is my favorite number, it borders on the verge of eerie coincidence.  You see, there are 2 types of people on BT… those who enjoy COJ and everyone else.  Now, “everyone else” sees COJ as a place where we triathletes waste time and use up precious bandwith, but I see it as a virtual cornucopia of knowledge.  Knowledge being power, and all things remaining equal, it should be clear to see that I am merely stressing the importance of 1000, or “M.”  Like when Jay-Z said “I got 99 problems but a b*tch ain’t one,” he was trying to tell us that it's all about “him.”  In this case, M is the first letter of Me, and since this post is all about ME, let’s get back to the point of celebrating my One Thousandth post, and quite possibly the most useless of all!

Thank you to everyone who has done any of the following:  made fun of me, called me stupid names, taken Chipotle’s name in vain, posted pictures of “other” people in speedos, written a limerick, virtually patted me on the back as I crossed the finish line or otherwise offered words of encouragement.  You are great.  Peace out.