In a nut shell, Amazon.com once suggested that some dude might be interested in buying the three wolf t-shirt. He took one look at it and started a sensation by writing a witty review about how the shirt fits his girthy frame like a glove and drove the ladies wild at Walmart. Honestly, I can imagine all of that actually happening in real life.The actual magic, however, was the avalanche of other amazing reviews that people wrote claiming that the three wolf t-shirt cures cancer, angels sing Freebird when you wear it, etc. I think this quote really sums it up though, "You don't put this T-shirt on your torso, you put it on your soul."
You're damn right you do!
Being an internet-savvy hominid, the Yeti decided that he was going to buy two of these shirts to give out as prizes for a bachelor party cornhole tournament. Now, before you start wondering what kind of S&M homosexual bachelor party this was, please educate yourselves on the finer points of cornhole as a game. Regardless, everyone was psyched for a chance to win the honor of wearing such a powerful garment.
The teams included participants born in 4 different decades (old man power vs. young blood), from all over the greatest state in the union (PA, uh YEAH!), and with varying levels of baldness. It was a double elimination, beer-fueled shenanigan, and I'm happy to say that the Biophysicist and I destroyed the competition in true Pittsburgh fashion (go Stillers!). Upon receiving my three wolf t-shirt, I promptly spilled beer all over it, kill!
Anyway, I told you that story to tell you this story. Later that night, when the moon was full and the power of the wolves was at its peak, the park ranger ambled over to tell us to turn the music down. And no sooner had this request come out of his mouth when he looked me straight in the eye and said, "You're the champion, aren't you?"
He knew. He knew.
How many wolves do you rock?
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