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Evel Knievel is a debate that is currently going in my house.

Alas, before the day of ESPN, Wide World of Sports and Dan Patrick, I used to love the times that Evel Knievel completely lost his mind and did weird stuff that hurt him because, you know, he was insane.

I loved it. And there is a television show happening at this moment where I just saw Frank Gifford commenting on Evel in a turtleneck, those mustard yellow ABC jackets and bell bottoms.

Man, I miss the 70’s because of crap like this.

I also liked boxing back in the seventies when I’d watch it with my parents and it was fun to watch men beat the hell out of each other. And Don King didn’t matter.

And, ole Evel got me thinking.

So, for fun, I think we need to have a fundraiser for something that is crazy as what Evel used to do.

I’m all for Nashville Cares as being the recipient.

Smiley needs to jump something with his new mad, bicycle lifestyle. Here’s a picture. Wouldn’t you pay money to see him do something groovy? I also think Jackson Miller might be cool for this (and he could do a Statzen sponsorship.) I, of course, would offer Psychozilla Tribune T-shirts for sale for the fundraising.

And, if you haven’t seen Grace sing for a fundraiser (or at least in karaoke at The Lipstick) you just haven’t lived. Jag could hold a Game Show for The Office trivia (which I would try to win.)

Chris Wage will take cool photos with Shauna who is awesome as well (although not of me ’cause them are the rules and I look like poop on a cracker in pictures, and, well, in real life too but I have some sass with gives me an advantage. I ain’t Cindy Crawford, I assure you) and we (Wage and I) will be the official beer tasters as we are good at this. Of course, Jag and Badger will help.

Klinde and The German can be the official greeters to give it a groovy, international flair.

John Carney and Knuck can do press and weird stories of bloggers who are bizarre. Bad Bad Ivy could be the carnival barker. Mack could coordinate, ’cause he’s good at that, Aunt B., could critique us and make it fun, Carter could talk about the political ramifications of it all and Kathy T, John Hutchmo and I would just hang out, and you know, laugh.

Coble will also laugh and fight off clowns. Clowns are not allowed.

Paul could get the college out for a fundraiser.

Southern Beale and Glen Dean could do a cage match. I’d pay good money for that. Woot! We could agree on the music, I assure you.

We could meet Fried Apple Pie!!!

And we could see if Sarcastro would show up to snarl and we could see if the asphalt would buckle because he has those mad skillz. HOW COOL!

Short and Fat could come, although he might irritate the Yazoo people, who might, in an effort of good will toward Nashville’s bloggers might donate some beer (for charity) to create a bridge of friendship, which would make me squee with delight (and, that I just am smitten with S&F would give us a chance to hang out and laugh at things that I won’t but on this blog).

And maybe Huck would come, because I just adore him. (I miss Huck.)

There are more jobs to do. I’m linked out. You know where you best fit in.

And, Nashville Cares needs your help.

Man, people should hire me for my damned brilliance. Or at least buy me a beer. (I could have done a fund raiser for a new cell phone, but, as you know, I’m a very nice person and not self-serving. Except for the promotion of Psychozilla. It would be, you know, groovy. And it could be sponsored by tons of Nashville aggregators. Heh. Blogging across Borders. This was Kerry, Sista and CeeElCee’s idea in the first place. Kat would like this, I think.)

Smiley jumping trashcans would be so awesomely fun. And Squirrel Queen would write a sports editorial on it all mocking him relentlessly or praising him for being a stud of the sports world. Maybe The Grascals would play for us, as it’s a good cause and all. Or Slarti and Ginger?

Yeah, I’m missing the MCB picnic. Can you tell I’m sorta sad?

And, I would look awesome in an Evel Knievel windbreaker.

Just imagine the glory.

Red, White, Blue (and in Evel’s case) a bit of blood and gas fumes. I’m bringing Sexy Back.
Yeah, this would be so groovy.

Just a suggestion, mind you.