Braden and John's Kyle look alike contest first pool.

First off please Scroll down and read the first ever post by new East Coast member Justin Crosby (it's a doesy of a read in true flying eagle fashion) and also more NBA playoff actions from JP. This little post is the first in a four part series on our friend Kyle Johnson. Many people have said Kyle Johnson looks like someone or another, and most of us here know what Kyle looks like.
So Braden and I came up with Ten guys Kyle looks like an decided to 1) let everyone know that Kyle looks like all these people and we are always reminding him of this fact 2) decide who our fiathful eagles thinks kyle looks like the most. In our first Pool we have Steven Segal, Jokim Noah, Jesus, David Grohl, and Speedy Gonzalez. For or East coast members that don't know what Kyle looks like, ask Adam if he has a picture and if not please post that and I'll post a picture of Kyle Johnson for you guys to compare Please put in order who think Kyle looks like the most with 1 beign baring the most resemblance and 5 being it's only kind of looks like him, becuase depengin on hair lenght, how often he has shaved and whether or not he has his hair pulled back, or down he looks like all of them.

Next week we will have the second pool. Thetwo pictures from each pool with the lowest score advances to the semi finals week three and the winners of the semi finals will be in finals week four. Kyle has agreed to wear a shirt with the picture of the winner at Flag football weekend when not wearing his jersey. (kyle is allowed to vote). Braden and I thank for everyone who helps us end the greatest debate ever.

My order goes
1) Jesus : this vote in no way shape or form says Kyle is Jesus like at all, just simpling pointing out i think they have a close resemblance.
2)David Grohl:the The Hiar about 6 months ago was a dead ringer and Kyle's beard is no where that consistent but they do bare a resemblance
3)Steven Segal: If Kyle shaved and put on fifty to 100 pounds he to could star in bad action films( side note this is my second personal favorite person to call him but not it's not the closest to looking like him)
4)Speedy Gonzalez: This little guys reminds of the days when Kyle shaved and got a hair cut regulary but he just doesn't fit the bill to be higher on the list.
5)Noah: Kyle's hair is tame compared to Noah and the fact there is no beard reallys hurts this look alike.

New member on the East Coast

Crying for a Vision
by Justin A. Crosby


(The following essay is based on actual events. This text has been transcribed from a field recording device that Justin Crosby took with him on his vision quest to rediscover his 1/64th part Cherokee heritage.) With a foreword by Justin Crosby.

Many ancient cultures around the globe have long sent their youth on Hanblecheyapi, a lonely journey those not fluent in Lakota would term "vision quest". These adventures were designed as tribal initiation rituals and spiritual journeys to give the seeker a greater understanding of the universe. Subsequently, as I was applying for acceptance within the honorable Flying Eagle Social Club, I began to think of how these rites of passage could parallel my own rites of initiation and I decided that I too would set out on a Hanblecheyapi. The only difference: mine would be a little more lame, and overall kind of Caucasian-ish. Still, I wanted to sleep under the stars, hallucinate on at least 1000mg of mescaline from the cactus plant Lophophora Williamsii (peyote), with hopes to reconnect with my Native American ancestors that make me 1/64th full-blooded Cherokee-American. Plus, I really wanted one of those tough nicknames that usually come out of vision quests like, Black Elk, Fierce Bear, or Brad Pitt. But before I set out into the wilderness, I had to follow the tradition of old and go visit a medicine man to prepare me for what would come.
Day One:
Before sunrise, I set out on foot to see the vision doctor, only to find that his sanctuary, Denny Vision, would not be open until 8a.m. This gave me a solid four hours to meditate and clear my thoughts before our council. Around 7:45am:
A nice woman allowed me to know that I should not build fires in front of Denny Vision, and that the honorable Dr. Timothy Murray (sounds Inuit) saw patients by appointment only. Unfortunately, the next available appointment wasn't for three weeks, so I was forced to begin my vision quest (from here on out referred to as "VQ"} without the guidance of the elder Dr. Timothy Murray.
10:45am:
Found a perfectly good McGriddle still in the wrapper!
2:55pm:
I finally stepped into the woods alone, and immediately noted the beauty and splendor of Lake Johnson State Park, the awe of which over took the hunger pains that had been "ripping me a new one" for hours. At that point I had not eaten since the McGriddle, I was practically dying. It felt like days had passed.
4:22pm:
I began to feel the hallucinogenic effects of the peyote within minutes of ingesting it, (although I did at first think it was the McGriddle), and soon after, the auditory and visual spectrums were so splendid I was certain that it was the mescaline-laced rice crispy square taking hold over my consciousness. I saw swirls of colorful galaxies, creeks turned into custard filling, mosquitoes licked me (instead of biting), and eagles soared above like air show jets spelling "sweatlodge" across the sky.
Soon I found myself drifting through dense forests of lightness, and breast-stroking through neon fields of life force. I mean, I could barely stay competitive in the disc golf tourny I was in.
5:33pm;
Came in second in the local amateur disc golf bananza! Bring it bitches!
8:00pm:
Set up camp. I found a cove tucked away in the old growth forest, and furthered my peyote induced meditative trance.
6:20am: (two days later)
While in my dream like state for almost 46 hours, I was visited by a giant eagle with gold teeth and blue spandex leggings. Finally, what I had longed for, even cried for, and certainly hadn't showered for, nor wiped properly for, she gave me a new name that would link me to my ancestors, a name so strong that it remains open for interpretation. I am "forrest whittaker". The eagle woman told me what it meant in a forgotten language that to this day remains un-translatable into my native "english".


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