Remember when we respected our uncles and uncle-adjacents?
A lot of my unc's were blueprints. The hardworking unc that knew how to fix everything. The cool unc that was fly as hell and had the ladies. The down bad unc that knew he was on a road to destruction and would caution you against it. The stingy unc that would rather teach you how to "fish" than buy you a 25 cent bag of gummy worms from the Chinese-owned corner store. The unc that showed you how to season, wrap, and smoke a brisket over night and let you get the first piece when he sliced it.
Damn, writing this made me emotional. I need to hit up all the men whose shoulders I'm standing on and let 'em know I appreciate 'em
Salute to all the unc's out there!
(Except Shannon Sharpe right now. He making unc's look bad)