Introduction - 2 Craps
If you're like me, you take your nation's public interest polls very seriously.  If you're a lot like me, your last name is probably Mungalaw, or something similar.  If not, you're probably saying you don't give "a-care" or "2 craps" about polls or opinions on the regular.  And you would.  Either way, it won't shock you to know this:

• Most people today (67%) believe Sundays are for "Lovers."
• Most people won't Google "Sunday Poll Lovers" and see for themselves.

The bottom line: Lovers everywhere are supposedly sleeping sloppy, nixing the shower, and bumpin' uglies all Sunday long.  I'm into it, but I'd never admit it publicly.  It is a fascinating trend, though. 

Segue - Bucking On The Menu
Trends like this don't even make sense, but when you start talking about what a Sunday is for, it's time for some bucking.  When bucking is on the menu, there's only body of work to look to: Alfred M. Butts.  A rock-hard man who bucked as he pleased.  Were Al alive today, he'd look this trend dead in the eyes and bring a whole slew of buck.  

Protagonist - Alfred Mosher Butts
Al-Mo Butts was an architect who somewhat enjoyed architecture.  He hadn't hit his stride in the office or in a track meet.  He lived clean but he was depressing, and that's just annoying.  On he went, dampening others' days on purpose, right up until one silly Tuesday.  The Blackest Tuesday on record.  Then Wednesday: The Great Depression.

Al wasn't feeling it at the office, anyway; everybody knew, and that's how he liked it.  Butts knew first-hand architecture in the 1930s was a rat race, and he wasn't afrain to complain about it awkwardly at a wedding.  It was a trendy career choice, and he bucked.  Then, all of a sudden being depressing, his go-to, was blowing up literally overnight.  When being depressed went mainstream, Al had no choice.  The time was right: he give the office the finger and vowed to buck everything, even his own trends.  Which makes no sense at all, of course.

But Al came out shooting flames that very next Sunday and invented a little game called "Criss-Cross Words," a timeless game we ingrates today call Scrabble.  You heard that right.  







Al Butts
Down on his luck architect, creator of Scrabble, trend bucker.

Conclusion - Crabby, Depressing, and Awesome
Butts knew what he'd done. The game he created would become timeless, and he rubbed it in the face of every depressing jobless soul he ran into.  It was his thing.  He enjoyed that first Sunday, but soon the inevitable happened: Criss Cross Words blew up super-big time.  A nightmare for sure, but Al stayed true to himself.  He bucked wicked hard and never played again.  The sad part is that nobody seems to care.  I know I don't. 

But I do know this: if you're depressing or depressed, knock that crabby shit off.  Don't be gay.   

In Review

1. Al Butts invented Scrabble during The Great Depression. 
   
2. The Great Depression was depressing.  But every Saturday night that shit was great, capitalized and ridin' dirty.  So dirty in fact, that no one ever caught it in the act.  So that part is actually just hearsay.  
3. Everyone was crying and staying home with work-related injuries, but Al Butts was out to flat-out get his game on. 
   
4. I spelled "Poopjam" in my tray on Sunday.