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Razor:Salvation and Apollo Creed's Trainer

    Hey, everyone. I played a lot more of my new game called Razor Salvation and it is a lot of fun. Plus, I am getting really decent at this game. Tonight I broke into the top five in one category, world-wide. I was in the zone, blasting zombies and Grunts and snipers. I shot crates for extra cash and saved many civilians. I fantasized that the civilians purposely came to my side of the ship because they knew that I was there to hover over them like a big eagle, smiting down their enemies in the nick of time so that they could board my ship.
    In fact, I got so into it that I started thinking about the old Rocky movies. You remember when Apollo's trainer is rubbing his shoulders, getting him ready for the fight? I thought he was talking to me as I went out to slay the alien scum who were destroying my planet.
"You're the best," he said. "You're the best now and you're the best that's ever been. Women love you, little kids love you. Women want you and men want to be you. You're the champ. This is your time. This is your day."
     Then I awoke, with my I-Pad on my lap. My wife, not Apollo Creed's trainer, was shaking my shoulder. I must have been talking in my sleep because she smiled and said this:
"Come on to bed, champ. You can kill more aliens tomorrow."
     From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
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