I feel a little guilty tonight.  A little.

Perhaps even a bit remiss in my duties as an American.  The opening games of the Olympics started tonight.  Yes.  Those Grand Christening Ceremonies of the Summer Games… in London, England.

The media has been pitching it in the news, and on TV.  So… I guess I should have watched it.  I tuned in for a little minute.  The “Big Show” seemed somewhat non-sensical to me.  Maybe even a little “forced” or grandiose without good cause.  So, I grew weary of it… pretty quickly.

You see…. other things were calling me.

Chiefly, the Corn Dog Stands at the Preble County Fair.

Oh, I know. I know.  I’ve heard all the angles, from my friends….  “Corn Dogs.  Yuk. Gross.  Do you know what is in THOSE things?  I can’t believe you like Corn Dogs!”

Well.  The low and behold of it.  I don’t like them.  I LOVE them.  I love them with both ketchup and mustard mixed… and slathered on them.  That is my go-to way to snarf a Corn Dog.

Yessirrreeee Bobby.  The Preble County Fair opens tomorrow.  So… before all the crowds got there, I had to swing by the Fairgrounds, and ferret-out all the prime locations for all the Corn Dog Stands.  I checked their set-ups… their warmers… the whole nine yards.  This is important business I’ll tell you.

I made a diagram, and a map.  I’ve got them geo-located on my iPhone.  I’ve texted myself notes.  I think I am good to go.  This was Training Day.

How does it go?  “Always Be Prepared.”  They say that in Boy Scouts I think.  Or it could be the slogan at the Olympics… maybe that’s where I heard it.

Nonetheless.  I’m ready.  It is Corn Dog Week.  I’m going for the Gold.  Gulden’s Mustard… that is.  And if I fall behind… I will try my best to Ketchup.

Oh… for crying out loud.  I guess maybe I shouldn’t eat any Corn Dogs.   It appears that… quite possibly…. I am corny enough.

“Chance favors the prepared mind.” – Louis Pasteur