I Miss Fuzzy Nuts

Where have the days gone where I can be entertained, occupied, and somewhat-slash-very-fulfilled by the exploits of my small, furry rodent friend comically dubbed Fuzzy Nuts? Oh how his adventures satisfied my most childlike inclinations while simultaneously awakening the barbarian nether-regions of my man-soul. It’s not just about the sweet action sequences that surround Fuzzy Nuts or the magnetic charisma with which he swoons even the most resistant of female persona; my reflection is triggered by what he, along with friend Captain Bushy Butt, symbolize: courage, character, freedom, whimsicality, and fun.

In the midst of all my dreams and ambitions that successfully keep my mind and time continually monopolized, I am often poked and prodded into what I would consider the proverbial eye-of-the-storm. In this eye, the calm, I am usually forced to boil down all the clutter that creeps into my life; I am forced to take on a retrospective point of view and simplify because otherwise I would find myself crushed by the turbulence. Through this simplification I re-prioritize, dump non-feasible goals, and altogether come to the realization of one irrefutable truth: I miss Fuzzy Nuts.

There lives a man of legendary rapport in the quaint central GA town of Statesboro. Twas (yes…, ‘Twas’) this man who ingeniously birthed the epic adventures of little Fuzzy Nuts. This man, who embodies the word ‘hero’ in every sense, in every language, and in every context, has in innumerable ways inspired countless people (of which I consider myself chief) to live life without reserve, without regret, and without compromise. The exact human replica of everything idealized by Fuzzy is not only upheld by this man, Mr. Nuts is a fractional portion – a mere chip off the block of who this man is. This man, who routinely defies all physics and chance is fueled by the even-more-so boiled down spirit of Fuzzy Nuts.

John, thank you for all you are to this world. Whether you know it or not, your example has transformed me into a better man, a stronger husband, a truer friend, and a more lethal knife fighter. You are my Fuzzy Nuts; thanks for reminding me of what really matters and how to fight for what I believe in. One day, maybe one day, I’ll be your Captain Bushy Butt.

Thanks buddy