For "Mak B"
On your way to an invitation only ski/resort package vacation in whitefish Montana hosted by Ashton Kutcher your plane was rerouted because of weather that wasn't conducive to flying to Cheyenne Wyoming. Upon a dicey landed with 50 mph cross winds you finally made it safely to gate B5 on the southeastern side of the Cheyenne International Airport. It took a long time to deboard the plane because there was elderly couple that had shared arthritis who simply were trying to get to whitefish to see the birth of their granddaughter Katherine. Little to your knowledge and little to everyone else's knowledge Garth brooks was on this plane with just his Taylor series guitar. He was enroute to whitefish because Johnny depp had little/enormous fundraiser to save the wolves, Garth brooks being an avid wolf lover agreed to accompany him and play one song, "The Dance." After Mr. Brooks heard about this elderly couples ordeal he decided to write a song for them and for their recently born granddaughter and he named it "Mom." (If you don't know this song I suggest you stop whatever it is you think your doing and you listen to "Mom" by Garth Brooks). After everyone finally got off the plane, he walked up to the elderly couple, sat down his Taylor Series guitar case, took out his Taylor Series guitar from his Taylor Series guitar case and played them the song. As tears flushed through their old eyes the sound of a train's whistle could be heard and as it got louder the sound of one thousand buffalo stampeding along side the Little Big Horn River could be heard. The strike of lightning and The thunder rolls!! Garth Brooks and his Taylor Series guitar vanished into thin air leaving you and the elderly couple the only onlookers with something that you will have for the rest of your lives, each a a perfectly folded "Garth Brooks live in 1989" vintage T-shirt.
At the Cheyenne international airport there was a Hertz rental car business that seemed like it was about to go out of business until you showed and up and rented the only car that they offered, a 1998 Buick La Cross. You saved that business and the man running it and his wife and six kids. Your one line of a advice that rattled his brain box, "Get a different assortment of cars, maybe something with four-wheel drive." He took that advice and purchased with his last remaining cash and he had to pawn his great great great grandfather's civil war musket to buy a fleet of 2009 Chevy Tahoes.
The weather was getting worse, there was about a 10 foot range of visibility because of the whipping winds and dense mountain snowfall. But you were patient and took this as a life experience and decided that this weather is just weather so you turned on the radio and good ol Lonnie Bell's classic country on the wolf was the only station that came through the FM radio. After an arduous trip north that took you nearly 10 hours you landed in the quaint little town in southern Montana called Nye. You decided that you should probably take a break and get some food and maybe a miller light and a shot of Jameson's, so you stopped in at Hannah Montana's (known now as Montana jacks). You ordered a ribeye medium rare and some French fries and ketchup (extra ketchup) and your tasty beverages. Upon completion of your food order a couple locals in the back started poking fun at you from across the room. You tried to pay them no mind and continue on with your business but they couldn't be ignored. You were wearing snow boots and tan trousers and a motley crew sweater that your best friend had given you before she moved on, to the neighbor city of Kansas. You only spoke two times a week instead of the usual four. One of the fellas said "I don't believe that motley crew was even a mediocre band." He said, "I think that they were decent at best." At this time Dwayne the rock Johnson walks through the door and punches the man in the face and tells him to "Shut the F*#k up and go home and to stop spending all his money on ol Milwaukee and Funyuns and buy his kids Christmas gifts next year." You gave The Rock a wink an he melted into the floor, he then walked outside. You finished your steak, polished off your third miller light, shot the shooter, got the cute bartender information so you could find him Facebook, you made him blush. Little did you know that would spark this other incredible story about the time you tweaked your ankle at a rock climbing gym in downtown Los Angeles.