6 Pax gathered to represent the MQ who is going under the knife this morning. Thought I’d give this BB a little JB flair as he couldn’t be with us this morning…

In the heart of dawn, where shadows stretch and yawn,
There lives a soul, with spirit steadfast drawn—
A beacon in the morning mist, a tale of grit unspoken,
A legend in his own right, where every word is golden.

Jersey Boy, they call him, with a name as bold as he,
A man who finds his rhythm in the clash of weights and sea.
With muscles honed in F3’s embrace, his strength a sculpted creed,
He labors through the sweat and strain, fulfilling every need.

Through reps and sets, his story’s etched in sweat and aching bone,
Each challenge met with fervor, in the gym where dreams are sown.
But his prowess goes beyond the iron’s clink and clatter,
For in the realm of language, his words truly shatter.

In the realm of ink and parchment, where syllables take flight,
He spins long-lingual tapestries that dazzle day and night.
A poet’s heart in a gym-goer’s frame, a harmony of might,
His verses dance like moonlit waves, igniting darkest night.

Yet beyond the lifting and the eloquent phrase,
A journey looms with shadows, where he courageously stays.
Upcoming surgery awaits, a trial he faces with grace,
In the waiting room of life, where hope lights up his face.

Jersey Boy, oh valiant one, may fortune favor you,
As you traverse this daunting path, with courage ever true.
May healing winds of destiny guide you back to light,
And in your heart’s great gallery, may hope forever ignite.

So here’s to Jersey Boy, in this ode sincere and grand,
With reverence for his strength and grace, let’s raise a joyful hand.
For in the gym or pen’s soft clasp, in battles fierce and kind,
He’s a warrior of resilience, a treasure of the mind.

-CW