Say a Prayer of Thanksgiving for TaterChip Dawg.

To say that we all owe a lot of thanks for TaterChip for the last couple of years would be an understatement. My friend Dave joined us so long ago that I can’t remember when it was. No matter what the time, or weather, we have all grown to be comfortable that TaterChip would be there no later than 8 a.m. to secure a spot for the crew and have a wagon load of goodies.

We call him TaterChip for two reasons: he works for Frito-Lay’s, and who on God’s green earth doesn’t love Taterchips?

This morning, two lazy crack-head POSs, jumped him on his route about 4:30 a.m. One had a gun, and the other one cold cocked him just for the hell of it. Tater wasn’t resisting, the bastard just punched him. They took his phone, and got about $194 of Frito’s cash.

Dave’s okay – just a little banged up.

I’ve been trying to live right. Say the right thing and be a good example – but damn. Just damn it all. I hope a pack of sex-mad baboons find those two and chase them all the way to Conyers – and catch them.

Tater is undoubtedly one of my best friends on earth. I admire his good nature, his spirit of friendship, his good humor, and think of him and his family as part of my own. He’s my brother.

This Thursday, before you take that first bite, please remember to give thanks. Thanks for all of our good friends. For all of our good times. For all of the great memories we’ve built together huddled around a bag of pistachios and chicken wings. Give thanks for our country, for our faith, for our family, and our friends.

And this year, please remember to say thanks for our buddy Dave and thanks for bringing him out of a very tight situation.