Gordo here at my keyboard. Mark this down on your calender, Nov 29 at 12:20pm, I became a little less wise. I had my wisdom teeth removed, all 4 of them to be exact.
I would love to bore you with details of my pain and suffering, but I have none to report. Just a slight ache equivalent of being kicked in the face by a mule ( I’m kidding, my jaw is starting to ache a small bit I’m in great shape).
I am, however, filled with loss at the 4 chewing comrades I have lost, and the many adventures we shared at the dinner table. The Christmas turkey this year will be a little less flavourful and the Wings with the Wiseguys will be less spicy.
The trouble is that I named my teeth…Chip, Spike, Big Joe, and Crusher and now they’ve gone to the big Jaw Bone in the sky. If it wasn’t for the sound of chewing I could almost hear them laugh with glee at the great food passing their way.
Now I must spend the next few days eating jello and soup and yogourt with lots of water. Followed by slowly getting back into the food ring with my favs steak, ribs, wings, and the ever constant Club Sandwich.
When I came to from the anesthetic, I looked at my cell phone and saw I had a voicemail from my fellow Wiseguys who were at the same moment toasting my absence with a platter of wings. The words of support and love that filled my right ear was enough to reinforce my belief that I may have lost 4 wisdom teeth, but compared to the them…
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I AM… still a Wiseguy.
