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Cincy Jungle Welcomes Paul Cannon

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I'm not exactly sure what the protocol on welcoming myself is, but I went ahead and did it anyway - after all, how many chances does a guy get to do that?  It's like throwing my own surprise birthday party, but I digress.  After a long and arduous gauntlet of tests that included not one, but two lightsabre battles with Josh Kirkendall, and a Vulcan mind meld with Jason Garrison (that stuff stays between you and me Jason), I finally ended up with the position of writer here at the Cincy Jungle.  Honestly, I'm honored to have the opportunity to be a part of a team that covers my part-time obsession, the Cincinnati Bengals.  So I'd like to thank Josh and Jason for giving me this chance to help out as a writer in this community.  For those of you who want to know a little bit more about me, skip to the jump there.  For those of you who don't want to know how many cats I own, I'd stop right here.

The answer is zero.  I hate cats (and don't you dare say that Bengal Tigers are cats).

I am 27 years old and I live in the frozen tundra of Minnesota currently, but I spent some of my early years growing up in Cincinnati -  where the seed for my unhealthy Bengal's addiction was planted.  Though I was only there for about 3 years, it was the place where my love of sports developed. I spent my junior high and high school years in Utah before I went to college up in Minnesota and got my degree in business management, the 'spork' of college degrees (generally useful for everything, but specifically useful for nothing).  I've only gotten to see the Bengals play one time, at the Metrodome when they got thrashed by the Vikings back in 2009.  I donned my Chad Ochocinco jersey, a sombrero, and a sign that read "I Hope I Don't Get Fined For This" (which I'm pretty sure that Chad saw and laughed at).  It's now my life's goal to see the Bengals win a game in person.

I am currently working on getting my masters degree, however I just got married this summer which is putting the brakes on my plans to do nothing after I graduate.  My wife didn't know who the Cincinnati Bengals were before I met her, which is okay by me.  Call me old fashioned, but I prefer to keep my two love lives separate.  She used to be able to answer the question, "Who is the Bengals starting quarterback?" but I'm afraid that the recent developments with the Carson Palmer debacle has probably set her back another three years.

My philosophy about being a Bengals fan is that in order to weather all the losing, one needs to walk the fine line of sanity.  Every now and then you have to throw all reason, fact and logic to wind, and convince yourself that not only are the Bengals going to win, they are going to dominate.  Not only are the Bengals poised to win the Super Bowl this year, they are going to be the intergalactic champions of the universe (see, I just slipped into crazy).  As a Bengals fan, if you can't divorce yourself from reality from time to time, you're either going to be really bitter, or you're going to quit.

And the last thing you should know about me is that my current favorite Bengal is Geno Atkins, and if you are on the Geno, aka "Taz," Bandwagon already, you should recognize me as the guy driving it.

Well, that's probably more than you wanted to know about me.  But I'm excited to have this opportunity to cover the Bengals as a part of this community. 

Who Dey!