At night when the warriors return to the fold,
the ale is drunk and the stories told.


They look to past and battles since fought,
they speak of the victories all men have sought.


And yet there are few, the legends, the gods.
The ones hushed in whispers and noted with nods.


But this tale that I tell is not that far gone.
It is here, just today, that a battle was won.


We live in a time of glory and pride.
For one of those men does walk by our side.


A brother most true, a friend to the rest.
His prowess and strength has appointed him best.


His struggles were mighty, his victory sweet.
Just a man among men who kept moving his feet.


We look to the stars, we all dream of flight.
His dream pushed him farther than even his sight.


For here in our time, a most glorious day,
This bright shining moment, this fifth of May,


A legend is born, a new story to be told.
From now til the times that all men have grown old.


There is an icon among us, and it must now be said.
His strength has grown more than the girth he has shed.


We bow to this man, and reference in awe.
This brother of ours, Craig he is called.


over a year ago now, this man said he was fat.
He vowed to confront it, and has dealt with that.


at 378 he stood not very proud,
but on a day like today, we yell it quite loud.


So now you may ask, what happened here?
What so great could come in a year?


What did he find? what did he seek?
A victory honoring an ill fated Greek.


I will keep it so simple. A number for you.




Brother Craig won today. 26.2