Punching Play

You think a stubborn plastic PLAY button is gonna stop me from getting my morning blast of Tom Jones? Not on your life, pal! I scrambled onto the top edge of that radio, eyed the chunky PLAY key, and stomped down hard with both heels. K-CHUNK! The key clicked down into place, the little black gear teeth locked, and the spools inside started rolling. BAM! Tom Jones hit the airwaves, smooth as butter. I leaned back against the antenna with my bat propped on my shoulder, soaking in the glory. That is how a champion starts the weekend, chucklenuts.