Eeeeeeee, named after a letter (obviously), has always loved reading and writing. He thinks he would like to be the first player to write a huge poetry hit about the sport of American Football. When he had free time, he would head to the locker room or a quiet place overlooking the stadium and get to writing. Apparently a publisher found out. Eeeeeeee was elated to get that phone call and sent all his manuscripts express to the publishing offices the next day. He did not, as so many do, complain to the UPS Store employee about the cost of overnight shipping. If you ever find yourself about to do this, consider buying a plane ticket for your item and delivering it yourself. See how expensive that gets...In any case, the book was a total flop. Believe it or not, not too many people who read poetry like Eeeeeeee's less than stellar work. It sold 12 copies, mostly to family. Oh well. There's a reason Eeeeeeee plays football...