In honor of Black History Month,

boys and girls, ladies and gentlemen, sports fans everywhere, I introduce

Hall of Famer, my friend and a gentleman I've called an angel, the good reverend,

Metal Arc Lemon.

No man has ever made more people happy or entertained more people as

more bad people. And you did it with a style on the grave that made all of us proud.

Now, they're new here. That means that I love you.

I've had a great one. It's been wonderful.

We're at all back at Santa Lighthouse. It's time to light up.

I was 11 years old. I used to go to the rich theater every Saturday morning at 10 o'clock,

and we had to be back home at 8. In the rich theater, we would watch five cartoons,

every western and anything else they put on there. We sold the green heart at some time.

We saw the bad man without robbing. And then we got the news real because in those days,

we didn't have television. If you had television, you'd reach.

Nobody in my block was rich, so we didn't have any television. We got the news from the news real

every Saturday morning, and we would stay in the rich theater and watch over and over.

My dad would give me enough money to buy a piece of Washington pie, which was old bread pudding.

Bread pudding. You see, there's a difference to it.

It was real heavy, and when you mix that RSC cold with it,

something supernatural would happen. We don't eat that.

And I could stay in the rich theater all day long and watch the runs all over and over again.

But just one day, I saw the basketball team.

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