Unlike the Powerpuff Girls (made of Sugar, Spice, and Everything nice), or the Rowdyruff Boys (Armpit hair, cafeteria nails, and a wagging puppy dog tail) the secret recipe for this Sydish is: A can of creamed corn, a can of whole kernel, a stick of margarine, a cup of Velveeta, and a cup of shell pasta – baked at Nebraska heat and humidity for years – creates one of the Guards to the Cornhole Sisters. This child of the Zea mays (sweetcorn) was raised in the fertile loam soil of the vast expanses of Northeast NE. Feeling the need to break out of his husk, he moved to the great city of Lincoln, where he got his degree in culinary arts. Realizing that Lincoln was not where he wanted his field to spread, he relocated to Omaha. Shiny things, birds, and his soon to be wife’s homecooked meals are what bring him the most joy. Unreligious by birth or upbringing Sydish enjoys working in the local communities and volunteering his time and muscles to help those in need.