“But what of the Irish!?” I hear you say. But don’t kid yourself, the Irish have absolutely nothing to do with this story. I’m not sure why you would even think that… We’re talking about a bakery in San Diego. You see this bakery in San Diego… It had… Oh wait, never mind, that’s not right. What was the point of this story again? Oh right! That’s it. We were talking about water polo. You see, somewhere in Minnesota, there was this swimming pool, and it had the ability for water polo to be played in it, in an amateur fashion. Or was it semi-professional? Was The Bearded Man even on that team? Or was he on the youth basketball team in Haarlem? Let’s just look at at our notes here. Umm… *cough* *cough*… Let’s see… So many papers man. Sheesh. Keeping track of this mythical, half-baked, poorly fabricated Bearded backstory is hard work. It’s easy to lose yourself in all this nonsense. You know what? I’m going to go grab a Fanta. Delicious Fanta.