Welcome to King of Summer

Many men call themselves kings, but few are declared royalty by their friends, colleagues and strangers.  I am that rare kind of specimen, a natural born leader, a God amongst men. 

On August 6th, 2022 at the palatial Wynn pools, I pondered, what would happen if I did a backflip off a bridge and into the crystal blue waters below. My loyal vassal Anthony replied, “They’d probably declare you king of summer…”  

At that moment, I heard the call of destiny and knew what must be done.  Like Arthur pulling Excalibur out of the rock, I climbed upon the edge of the bridge, and a hush fell over the once boisterous summercrowd below.  I saw fear in the eyes of the lovely ladies looking up upon my chiseled form, as they prayed a man so handsome would not be hurt.  I saw awe and admiration in the eyes of the men, staring up at an alpha far superior to themselves.  

In a move as smooth and as silent as the wind, I leapt off the bridge, twisting myself in the air like an acrobat to perform a triple backflip, and entered the water with such grace it would make an Olympic diver envious.

That is how I earned my title, how I became the sovereign of summer.  So bask in my glory and bow down, for I am your king, and rule by divine pool rights.