As my boy would say... "FAIL!"

As my boy would say... "FAIL!"
 My Wild Thing figures, Carol and Max, are pretty much sitting in the big box rykar sent me.
I sold about 9 (9 out of 50).
  We get about 20 players in our tourney. Everyone will get a set, but I'm starting to think my idea of having the wild things on the pitch isn't very popular with the BB community.
  When I told my mother about my idea, she smiled and said "thats cool".
She was always there when we had painting nights. My mom painted ceramics, and had fun doing it.
I remember her going to Saturday morning classes for painting ceramics. One Saturday, I stopped over and had my own paints, brushes and a primed blood bowl figure (a mino).
In minutes, the women were ohing and ahing over my miniature!

  My mother died on march 26th, 2013. She never got to see Carol and Max, from the book my mom and dad read me about a million times, from the book I read to my son about a million times, the book with the monsters that me and my beloved cousin, Mike , thought would be great BB players.

  Mike died in a small village in Afghanistan. He never got to see carol and max.
I'm not trying to be negative here, but its tough for me to know where these ideas came from, and the people who helped me through some tough times who would have been tickled pink to see Carol and Max on the pitch, are gone.
  No matter what, I will continue with the wild things, and if no one buys them, I don't mind.
At the end of the day, the figures give me good memories of some people I loved: my mom, my dad and Mike. I wish you could have come home to us, Mike. I miss you.