Can we talk about Rooster teeth for a minuet?
I would just like everyone to remember that there is a company of people in central Texas so loving and close that they have basically adopted foreign nationals into their families as their own children. You can listen to Burnie talk for hours about how he fought tooth and nail with lawyers for over a year to get Barbara and Gavin into this country (watch Gavin’s game time it’s one of the greatest things I’ve ever seen), and about how he worries about them when they hurt or when Gavin’s health problems act up like he worries about his own two sons.
I’ve repeatedly seen on the podcast Burnie having to make a conscious effort to restrain himself from leaping out of his goddamned big boy chair, picking up Gavin in a fullnelson, wrangling him into the back of his truck/car, and rushing his ass to the emergency room to finally figure out what exactly is wrong with Gavin’s brain and get that shit fixed before it can cause any more damage. It causes him physical fucking pain whenever he here about one of his employees (his fucking Family) in physical or emotional pain, and he does whatever he can to make their lives better every signal day.
Spending Christmas alone without your family Ray? Let’s bring you a gift and a home cooked meal despite the fact that it’s fucking 11-o'clock on Christmas Eve just to make you feel at home! Realize that you might have fallen in love with a girl on the other side of the Pacific Ocean and another continent Jack? Let’s see if I can’t find a way to foot the bill for six trips half way around the fucking globe so you can see her, why the hell not!
I fucking love this company. I fucking love Burnie Burns. You are an example of the kind of man I want to grow into. A great friend to all he knows, and a father to all his friends.