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We all dare to dream, but there’s a reason it’s a dare. Dreaming comes with an inherent risk of overwhelming failure. Dreaming is dangerous, though to dream is to truly live. It’s complicated.

Adding to the obscurity are the dreams that you never dared to dream until they became reality. Still with me? It’s the smokin’ hot chick who moves into your school district. You didn’t know hotness like that existed until that day. And with hotness redefined, so too was your pursuit.

For John Maino, that chick was Friday’s planned chopper ride with the LZ-Lambeau folks. Unfortunately, we all know how that came out.

To memorialize this event in Maino’s life, listener Jeff has penned this poem:

It's Friday, May 21st an hour before noon;

John Maino is in his car whistling a happy tune;

He's on his way to Appleton to fly in a Huey;

But past history tells us his plan will go kaopluey;

His life has been adventurous ; not where he ends up in a casket; it's not that tragic;

It's best illustrated by riding a bike that has a basket and shows his life is lacking a certain magic;

It's ending up with a career on AM radio;

And having the ability to lose on an on air casino;

Some are blessed with enormous intelligence in back of their eyes;

Others were given the burden of enormous thighs;

In this world filled with color and light;

John is destined to live in black and white;

The explanation of it all with the exception being his wife;

Tells us John Maino must have been Real Real Bad in a previous life.

Well done, Jeff.