Gather round, young and old, to hark at the tale of the 23rd of March, in the year of our lord two thousand and nineteen. In many ways, it was but an ordinary day, involving a copious amount of food and television, and a generally laid back time. But can such a day honestly be considered ordinary, if those participating in it enjoyed it so fulsomely? The answer is yes. And so, another day ticks by, another speckled egg plops out of the chicken of time. And all we have to show for it is this ambiguous mugshot, of a man arguably already past his physical peak. Was it all worth it? That, my friends, is for you to decide.