I apologize for not checking in for the last two weeks, I moved and
had the 4th as well as a slight bout of alcohol poisoning on monday.
Some of the highlights
-Thursday night before the 4th in Wisco we went from the MAC, to
Scummerfest, to Trinity. The highlights: never realizing how many
smokin hot 15 year olds getting chased by scary dudes w dirty staches
at skummerfest. Also a girl who looked like a chipmunk telling the
Dor she swallows things well.
-Friday- All day pool party followed by a evening visit to the Nomad
for "A Fix". Aka a smoke, shot of Jam-o, and a PBR. I blacked out
after that so I can't tell u what else happened. I'm told a few
members of the group were pukin while others were mackin...
-Sat - I awoke to an intense hangover but had to navigate out to the
lake only to find zero wind. Remembering the debacle of 03 I decided
to pace myself w MGD 64s.
Zeus himself couldn't have invented a better pacing beer. My only
errors that eve were raving about the hotness of a former babysitter
(to one of her friends), leaving the buoys tied to the pier when we
left the bar, and nearly chopping the back light off the boat
attempting to park. Great Success MGD 64!
-I followed up a very successful 4th by joining a couples weekend as the 7th wheel. Looking back I had a great time and it didn't bother me that I was the 7th wheel. After a hungover reflection on Monday (yes the funday lasted a bit long), I
realized that this was a somewhat terrifying thought. I have now
vowed no more odd wheel weekends or I feel my heterosexuality may come
in doubt.
-One of the main reasons the weekend was so great, was the massive use of Golf Carts. There are few pleasures in life greater than driving a golf cart to a bar.
-I love how Sundays involve attempting to reverse the destruction of Saturday. Our Sunday consisted of returning furniture we took from the side of the road, restocking the fridge, refueling boats and golf carts and repairing a grill door. Usually, this would also involve repairing your liver/tending to any ARI's. Unfortunately/Luckily, I pushed this process off to Monday...
I should be back tommorowo with some more thoughts and/or links!
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Top 10 Roommate Moments
As I alluded to on Monday I moved yet again this past weekend and have now officially "broken up" with my roommate of 6 years. We started living together my 3rd year of college and it has lasted until now minus my 2 year Vail sabbatical. I honestly can't remember living with fraternity brothers at IU other than him. He must go un-named due to his fear of the Google machine but I wanted to take some time to review my Top 10 memories of the past 6 years.
1) Getting way too safe and running around the frat house like Blink 182 in All the Small Things. It ended with us climbing a huge pine tree in the back yard.
2) For years my parents thought he was the far bigger drinker than me (my how times have changed). There was at least a two year streak of my parents visiting for football games where he was completely blacked out every time. This included one memorable performance where we came home from the game to find him "surfing" on top of our bar teen wolf style and then going to sleep in his laundry basket.
3) For some reason he destroyed the bathroom at Uncle Fester's. I always hated that bar.
4) He spent one year of school refusing to do laundry of any kind, yet still rocked the ultimate frat button down khaki look at all times. He would then gather the largest bag of laundry ever seen to cart home every 3 months. I still have no idea how he did it.
5) The night he acquired our Christmas tree by running into it over and over until they ripped in out by the roots.
6) The night he burned all of his drawers to his dresser so we could have a bigger bonfire.
7) Quarters till you puke.
8) When I moved to Chi he was always very concerned I would get too drunk and get arrested B-town style. He used to check up on me every night night before passing out (kinda creepy), but since he moved in with his lady he resorted to checking in via google lattitude.
9) His damn Purdue t-shirt that he wore around just to infuriate me.
10) When he showed up in Vail demanded clippers and immediately shaved a Mohawk then referred to himself as the Badboy all weekend.
There are a million more, but I've gotta get back to work. Love to see the comments fill up with some of the other antics (just don't any names).
1) Getting way too safe and running around the frat house like Blink 182 in All the Small Things. It ended with us climbing a huge pine tree in the back yard.
2) For years my parents thought he was the far bigger drinker than me (my how times have changed). There was at least a two year streak of my parents visiting for football games where he was completely blacked out every time. This included one memorable performance where we came home from the game to find him "surfing" on top of our bar teen wolf style and then going to sleep in his laundry basket.
3) For some reason he destroyed the bathroom at Uncle Fester's. I always hated that bar.
4) He spent one year of school refusing to do laundry of any kind, yet still rocked the ultimate frat button down khaki look at all times. He would then gather the largest bag of laundry ever seen to cart home every 3 months. I still have no idea how he did it.
5) The night he acquired our Christmas tree by running into it over and over until they ripped in out by the roots.
6) The night he burned all of his drawers to his dresser so we could have a bigger bonfire.
7) Quarters till you puke.
8) When I moved to Chi he was always very concerned I would get too drunk and get arrested B-town style. He used to check up on me every night night before passing out (kinda creepy), but since he moved in with his lady he resorted to checking in via google lattitude.
9) His damn Purdue t-shirt that he wore around just to infuriate me.
10) When he showed up in Vail demanded clippers and immediately shaved a Mohawk then referred to himself as the Badboy all weekend.
There are a million more, but I've gotta get back to work. Love to see the comments fill up with some of the other antics (just don't any names).
Monday, June 29, 2009
Quick Hits Monday
-I've long believed that girls should be outlawed from wearing huge bug eyed sunglasses. It just makes it way too difficult to judge their hotness.
-Why does the Pride Parade mean all laws are no useless? Why, can't the same rule apply to any other event? No open container law on the 4th of July would be rad!
-One of the inspirations for this blog turned 30 this past weekend. I now feel like I have a giant guillotine hanging over the next 1.5 years.
-I got too hammered and fell off a pier 2 weekends ago. I smashed my leg and it still friggin hurts. I'm not sure if my ARI's are getting worse with age, or if I just don't heal anymore. I seem to recall my college ARI's healing a lot faster. Of course, I still have a giant scar above my eye to remind me that I did fall off the top bunk in school.
-My tolerance is as unpredictable as the Chicago weather. Wednesday evening I blacked out in about 2 hours whereas Saturday I drank for 15 hours and remember everything. I was even less hungover on Sunday than Thursday.
-I moved yet again on Sunday marking the end of a six year run with my old roommate. I feel like I'm somewhere between breaking up with a girl and getting paroled.
-Hopefully back with more later!
-Why does the Pride Parade mean all laws are no useless? Why, can't the same rule apply to any other event? No open container law on the 4th of July would be rad!
-One of the inspirations for this blog turned 30 this past weekend. I now feel like I have a giant guillotine hanging over the next 1.5 years.
-I got too hammered and fell off a pier 2 weekends ago. I smashed my leg and it still friggin hurts. I'm not sure if my ARI's are getting worse with age, or if I just don't heal anymore. I seem to recall my college ARI's healing a lot faster. Of course, I still have a giant scar above my eye to remind me that I did fall off the top bunk in school.
-My tolerance is as unpredictable as the Chicago weather. Wednesday evening I blacked out in about 2 hours whereas Saturday I drank for 15 hours and remember everything. I was even less hungover on Sunday than Thursday.
-I moved yet again on Sunday marking the end of a six year run with my old roommate. I feel like I'm somewhere between breaking up with a girl and getting paroled.
-Hopefully back with more later!
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Swinging for The Fences
As most of my friends know I usually prefer to go all in with most of my activities. I'm not content to watch IU at home I prefer to buy season football tickets. I'm not content visiting IU, I prefer to head down a day early for Black out Thursday. Most importantly I'm usually not ok with a solid buzz, I prefer to risk the I have to go home now drunk if it could possibly make the night more fun.
I had quite weekend trying to swing for the fences. Friday, I met a crew of friends out for some cocktails after work and we ended up at the Blue Frog. It was one of the rare weekend nights that I was soberish so I tried my luck at Karoake. I took a foolish swing for the fences and selected one of John McCain's favorites, ABBA's Take a Chance on me. Lets just say Andy did a much better job wooing Angela. Pouring salt in my wound was Can Can and a 60 year old performing the equivalent to dunking a ladies ball on an 8-foot hoop, Sweet Caroline (or Sweet Peter Pan to anyone familiar with the Kate Mercer saga). I was so ashamed that I headed home to confirm my geek status by grabbing a Facebook vanity url.
Saturday again brought the same swing for the fences idea, but it netted for more satisfactory results. We began the day drinking for the Old-town Art Fair with several pretty ladies. I played the slow drink card to perfection before we decided to move location to the South Loop for Pre-K. Chesney drinking. At the store I decided to roll the dice by buying rum to hopefully raise my drunkeness before the concert thus saving me from buying beers at the show. Lets just say I barely remember going into the show.
Somehow I ended up in a cab (leaving the show early mind you) and ended up at a bar chatting with one of my friend's from High School older sisters who was a Senior when I was a freshman. The details are quite foggy, but somehow I ended up being that guy making out at the bar and now have a date later this week. I awoke fully clothed missing my credit card.
Home Run.
I had quite weekend trying to swing for the fences. Friday, I met a crew of friends out for some cocktails after work and we ended up at the Blue Frog. It was one of the rare weekend nights that I was soberish so I tried my luck at Karoake. I took a foolish swing for the fences and selected one of John McCain's favorites, ABBA's Take a Chance on me. Lets just say Andy did a much better job wooing Angela. Pouring salt in my wound was Can Can and a 60 year old performing the equivalent to dunking a ladies ball on an 8-foot hoop, Sweet Caroline (or Sweet Peter Pan to anyone familiar with the Kate Mercer saga). I was so ashamed that I headed home to confirm my geek status by grabbing a Facebook vanity url.
Saturday again brought the same swing for the fences idea, but it netted for more satisfactory results. We began the day drinking for the Old-town Art Fair with several pretty ladies. I played the slow drink card to perfection before we decided to move location to the South Loop for Pre-K. Chesney drinking. At the store I decided to roll the dice by buying rum to hopefully raise my drunkeness before the concert thus saving me from buying beers at the show. Lets just say I barely remember going into the show.
Somehow I ended up in a cab (leaving the show early mind you) and ended up at a bar chatting with one of my friend's from High School older sisters who was a Senior when I was a freshman. The details are quite foggy, but somehow I ended up being that guy making out at the bar and now have a date later this week. I awoke fully clothed missing my credit card.
Home Run.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Planet Saw-llywood
Just for kicks my buddy TP posted on Facebook yesterday:
What is the best title you can come up w/ for a book/movie using saw. so far ive got Good Will Sawing.
I answered back with a simple
The Adventures of Tom Saw-yer
I was then absolutely blown away by my buddy Shrockstar
There's Something About Sawing, Saw Times at Ridgemont High, The Incredible Saw, Lord of the Saw, Sawing Private Ryan, Silence of the Saw, Schindler's Saw, Saw Wars, Romeo Must Saw, Crouching Tiger Hidden Saw, It's a Wonderful Saw...
Hates off to ya buddy!
What is the best title you can come up w/ for a book/movie using saw. so far ive got Good Will Sawing.
I answered back with a simple
The Adventures of Tom Saw-yer
I was then absolutely blown away by my buddy Shrockstar
There's Something About Sawing, Saw Times at Ridgemont High, The Incredible Saw, Lord of the Saw, Sawing Private Ryan, Silence of the Saw, Schindler's Saw, Saw Wars, Romeo Must Saw, Crouching Tiger Hidden Saw, It's a Wonderful Saw...
Hates off to ya buddy!
Friday, June 5, 2009
Clarification
When I was a Senior at IU I had the good blessing of having my lil brother join me on campus. He had come a long way from the freshman in high school who would deflect any blame from having a dirty room by ratting one of my parties out (it was a cruel, cruel move). Along the way he had finally turned to the darkside and began drinking and then took the added step of acquiring my old fake ID and supplying the booze for numerous high school chicks.
When he arrived at IU I had the good blessing of acquiring our own personal pledge. We had access to his meal card, a full time sober driver, a lackey to fill our beer bath with ice (no small task) and someone we could bully into bringing freshman/easy chicks over to the frat house.
His presence was generally welcomed by all. Unfortunately one aspect of his arrival continues to haunt me.
Can Can decided to make up the vicious rumor that we made out in high school for $50. Perhaps its because I'm known to be interested in any way to make a buck or because I have know to black out from time to time, but for whatever reason this lie was bought hook line and sinker by everybody. It took considerable protesting to contest its viral spread throughout the house.
Even today I'm haunted by it lingering trail as Can Can has continued to pollute the world against me. Last weekend I was informed by a chick that she just always assumed it was true. Flabbergasted I had no choice but to dump my beer on Can Can.
What a dick.
When he arrived at IU I had the good blessing of acquiring our own personal pledge. We had access to his meal card, a full time sober driver, a lackey to fill our beer bath with ice (no small task) and someone we could bully into bringing freshman/easy chicks over to the frat house.
His presence was generally welcomed by all. Unfortunately one aspect of his arrival continues to haunt me.
Can Can decided to make up the vicious rumor that we made out in high school for $50. Perhaps its because I'm known to be interested in any way to make a buck or because I have know to black out from time to time, but for whatever reason this lie was bought hook line and sinker by everybody. It took considerable protesting to contest its viral spread throughout the house.
Even today I'm haunted by it lingering trail as Can Can has continued to pollute the world against me. Last weekend I was informed by a chick that she just always assumed it was true. Flabbergasted I had no choice but to dump my beer on Can Can.
What a dick.
Looking Good
One of my favorite parts of the working day is constantly keeping my gmail open to receive hilarious chain emails and plan where I'm going to black out next. Yesterday a rather hilrious chain erupted around the new t-shirt line run by the Brewers mighty Jewish slugger Ryan Braun, named REMETEE. Not only did two of my groups of friends start chains, but also the dude who sits next to me at work.
Below are some of the best comments regarding this gorgeous line of casual wear.
Group of friends 1:
-"What is the optimal ratio of skulls to dragons?"
-"The shirts aren't cheap -- they run from $70-$100, complete with rhinestones on the higher end. I would definitely go for the higher end w/ rhinestones....much better for picking up skanks"
-"I expect Big Earl to be sporting one of these dragon cuts in Starsky and Hutch II"
-"how long b4 jamie buys one of these shirts?"
-"Your question has faulty logic, as I would imagine it is already owned. A better question is the over/under on the total # of these shirts that will be in his wardrobe by 8/31. Vegas has it at 3.9."
-"Before I read your note, I was going to say this brand is made for waldo."
Group of friends 2:
-"I don’t even really need to comment further. I never want to hear Ryan Braun referred to in a positive light again."
-"How dare you! Tie Dye is coming back! I can't wait to pick one of those beautys!"
-"Ryan Braun pulls a lot of hot box: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OULYj5mZB8Y
-"Next time we play/beat the reds instead of just untucking our jerseys the brewers should go 1 step further with undoing the buttons... and underneath?? REMETEE'S all around!!!"
The consensus seems to be that the shirts have a long way to go. Mr Braun however, is quite pleased and hopes to up the ante soon.
"We definitely want to become a full high end fashion line in the future," Braun says, expecting one day to include dress shirts, blazers and jackets, "I want REMETEE to be a respected line."
Below are some of the best comments regarding this gorgeous line of casual wear.
Group of friends 1:
-"What is the optimal ratio of skulls to dragons?"
-"The shirts aren't cheap -- they run from $70-$100, complete with rhinestones on the higher end. I would definitely go for the higher end w/ rhinestones....much better for picking up skanks"
-"I expect Big Earl to be sporting one of these dragon cuts in Starsky and Hutch II"
-"how long b4 jamie buys one of these shirts?"
-"Your question has faulty logic, as I would imagine it is already owned. A better question is the over/under on the total # of these shirts that will be in his wardrobe by 8/31. Vegas has it at 3.9."
-"Before I read your note, I was going to say this brand is made for waldo."
Water St will be flooded with REMETEE in no time
Group of friends 2:
-"I don’t even really need to comment further. I never want to hear Ryan Braun referred to in a positive light again."
-"How dare you! Tie Dye is coming back! I can't wait to pick one of those beautys!"
-"Ryan Braun pulls a lot of hot box: http://www.youtube.com/watch?
-"Next time we play/beat the reds instead of just untucking our jerseys the brewers should go 1 step further with undoing the buttons... and underneath?? REMETEE'S all around!!!"
The consensus seems to be that the shirts have a long way to go. Mr Braun however, is quite pleased and hopes to up the ante soon.
"We definitely want to become a full high end fashion line in the future," Braun says, expecting one day to include dress shirts, blazers and jackets, "I want REMETEE to be a respected line."
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Check Out My Boy's Blog
DP has created yet another blog, unlike Observations on the Science of Life, he tells me this one will stick around.
Stuffthatsannoying.com
Full Disclosure: I am that guy who never has cash. I hope that I've gotten everyone back with credit!
Stuffthatsannoying.com
Full Disclosure: I am that guy who never has cash. I hope that I've gotten everyone back with credit!
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
I know You
I spent a glorious weekend at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway enjoying the company of other race enthusiasts, but I almost made the decision to make the haul up to Minnesota to watch my beloved Brewers battle the Twins. In one of life's cruel ironic twists I received this email from my buddy MJ up in Minneapolis recapping their weekend fun.
Here is our Saturday in summary:
-Drank heavily all morning then cabbed it to the stadium
-Went to a bar downtown after the miserable game and ended up cheeling with Suppan, Manny, Looper, and Counsell
-Drank with them to the point of making Suppan puke from shots
-Bilo approached a table of hot chicks who ended up being a traveling club volleyball team from Texas (assume they thought we were VIPs since we had earlier been by the Brewers) -Bilo and Aire took their pick of 10 chicks and ended up sawing gorgeous six footers that night Hope the race was fun pal haha!
Wow. I never thought that an amazing weekend could suddenly be seen as a disappointment, but this is definitely one of those times. Combined with the pain of my tank top sun burn and 2-day hangover perhaps I did not choose wisely, but I'll let you come to your own conclusion.
I set out Saturday morning for Indiana with G$ and his gf, I was the 7th wheel for all of these events. and rove at Drunk Jeff's pad in Broad Ripple around noon. (Side Note 1: Ive never been to a more bizarre town than Broad Ripple. Its a suburb, yet has tons of bars and every college every imaginable. Its like your home town on Steroids.)
We proceeded to pound funny bras and Hill Billy Margs all afternoon and played cornhole off and on. (Note 2: Did you know they still made Bud Dry? An what the hell is Bud Dry? Do I really want my beer to not taste wet? Sounds like drinking alcoholic sand).
Later in the afternoon a few ladies arrived at the pad and after introducing myself I was met with a sarcastic face as one of the girls immediately returned what I had thought to be a polite gesture with an annoyed "I know you." It was later explained that I had creeped he out at a previous tailgate, although I have no recollection. (Note 3: This exact scenario also played out Thursday night at Kirkwood. I think I have a sever problem that prohibits me from remembering the name of any girl I've ever met after 2 beers. Somehow I can recall most of the weekends events for this blog, but a simple name is like memorizing a complex chemistry equation. I wish I could just do what I did when I had trouble memorizing something in college: cheat.)
After a delicious Taco Bar meal, we attempted to head out for the night, but that consisted of making it to Bobby Plump's aka Jimmy Chitwood's for a single beer before heading home.
I awoke to the glorious sound of Benny B singing "Back Home in Indiana." However our glee turned to confusion when it was discovered that Drunk Jeff had come up with the genius plan of packing 12 people plus coolers into a Suburban driven a pleadge that we were paying $150. In the end we ended pulling out the seats shoving the coolers in back and piling in like a bunch of clowns at the circus in one of those mini cars. As mashed around attempting to play human Jenga I was informed that our "comfort" would only last for an hour or so while we battled traffic to the speedway. So I cracked a Natty Light and set in for a long ride.
Much to everyone's surprise we arrived at the track in only 20 minutes and everyone emptied in excitement. I was greeted by one of the most amazing sites I've seen in my almost 30 years: Nothing but tailgates as far as the eye can see. Being still early in the morning I saw an impressive collection of drunk passed out in bizarre positions everywhere. I've also never seen such an impressive array of white trash and college kids dressed in white trash gear.
We arrived at an Acacia tailgate with our coolers that were quickly attacked by various college kids like a pack of wild dogs when it was discovered that we had water on hand. We then proceeded to start pounding beers as quickly as possible. I soon found myself in a drunken haze seeing various people puking and running into other frat brothers.
Finally, we grouped together and began a long journey to the Race track. Drunk Jeff was in rare form, and I soon found myself with him separated at the back of the group. When we finally met up with everyone else we were met with several looks of scorn but luckily made in to the infield in time for the festivities leading up to "Gentleman Start Your Engines!"
Soon thereafter we were again pounding beers in the infield and before you knew it the race was over. We then began a long trail of tears to meet our driver and head back to Jeffs. By the time I was again packed into the clown car both feet were bleeding due to my cheap sandals purchased by my mom at the boat show.
When we arrived home around 8 it would seem logical that we would pass out and live to fight another day. Nope. While everyone else was winding down Drunk Jeff and I decided to ride the Five Hour Energy train to Doom. Jeff's gf's lil brother arrived and we decided to try to keep up with him. This led to our drinking every beer in the house, finishing the bourbon, heading out to the bars, picking up some random girl, sharing a car ride with her then getting rid of her, returning home, blasting music way too loud, getting yelled at by everyone else trying to sleep, then going to the garage, playing cornhole and drinking margaritas until I passed out around 4 am.
I awoke on the floor the next morning still hammered surrounded by college kids, with a giant salsa stain on my shirt, and a severe tank top burn.
Needless to say my first race weekend experience was fratastic
Here is our Saturday in summary:
-Drank heavily all morning then cabbed it to the stadium
-Went to a bar downtown after the miserable game and ended up cheeling with Suppan, Manny, Looper, and Counsell
-Drank with them to the point of making Suppan puke from shots
-Bilo approached a table of hot chicks who ended up being a traveling club volleyball team from Texas (assume they thought we were VIPs since we had earlier been by the Brewers) -Bilo and Aire took their pick of 10 chicks and ended up sawing gorgeous six footers that night Hope the race was fun pal haha!
Wow. I never thought that an amazing weekend could suddenly be seen as a disappointment, but this is definitely one of those times. Combined with the pain of my tank top sun burn and 2-day hangover perhaps I did not choose wisely, but I'll let you come to your own conclusion.
I set out Saturday morning for Indiana with G$ and his gf, I was the 7th wheel for all of these events. and rove at Drunk Jeff's pad in Broad Ripple around noon. (Side Note 1: Ive never been to a more bizarre town than Broad Ripple. Its a suburb, yet has tons of bars and every college every imaginable. Its like your home town on Steroids.)
We proceeded to pound funny bras and Hill Billy Margs all afternoon and played cornhole off and on. (Note 2: Did you know they still made Bud Dry? An what the hell is Bud Dry? Do I really want my beer to not taste wet? Sounds like drinking alcoholic sand).
Later in the afternoon a few ladies arrived at the pad and after introducing myself I was met with a sarcastic face as one of the girls immediately returned what I had thought to be a polite gesture with an annoyed "I know you." It was later explained that I had creeped he out at a previous tailgate, although I have no recollection. (Note 3: This exact scenario also played out Thursday night at Kirkwood. I think I have a sever problem that prohibits me from remembering the name of any girl I've ever met after 2 beers. Somehow I can recall most of the weekends events for this blog, but a simple name is like memorizing a complex chemistry equation. I wish I could just do what I did when I had trouble memorizing something in college: cheat.)
After a delicious Taco Bar meal, we attempted to head out for the night, but that consisted of making it to Bobby Plump's aka Jimmy Chitwood's for a single beer before heading home.
I awoke to the glorious sound of Benny B singing "Back Home in Indiana." However our glee turned to confusion when it was discovered that Drunk Jeff had come up with the genius plan of packing 12 people plus coolers into a Suburban driven a pleadge that we were paying $150. In the end we ended pulling out the seats shoving the coolers in back and piling in like a bunch of clowns at the circus in one of those mini cars. As mashed around attempting to play human Jenga I was informed that our "comfort" would only last for an hour or so while we battled traffic to the speedway. So I cracked a Natty Light and set in for a long ride.
Much to everyone's surprise we arrived at the track in only 20 minutes and everyone emptied in excitement. I was greeted by one of the most amazing sites I've seen in my almost 30 years: Nothing but tailgates as far as the eye can see. Being still early in the morning I saw an impressive collection of drunk passed out in bizarre positions everywhere. I've also never seen such an impressive array of white trash and college kids dressed in white trash gear.
We arrived at an Acacia tailgate with our coolers that were quickly attacked by various college kids like a pack of wild dogs when it was discovered that we had water on hand. We then proceeded to start pounding beers as quickly as possible. I soon found myself in a drunken haze seeing various people puking and running into other frat brothers.
Finally, we grouped together and began a long journey to the Race track. Drunk Jeff was in rare form, and I soon found myself with him separated at the back of the group. When we finally met up with everyone else we were met with several looks of scorn but luckily made in to the infield in time for the festivities leading up to "Gentleman Start Your Engines!"
Soon thereafter we were again pounding beers in the infield and before you knew it the race was over. We then began a long trail of tears to meet our driver and head back to Jeffs. By the time I was again packed into the clown car both feet were bleeding due to my cheap sandals purchased by my mom at the boat show.
When we arrived home around 8 it would seem logical that we would pass out and live to fight another day. Nope. While everyone else was winding down Drunk Jeff and I decided to ride the Five Hour Energy train to Doom. Jeff's gf's lil brother arrived and we decided to try to keep up with him. This led to our drinking every beer in the house, finishing the bourbon, heading out to the bars, picking up some random girl, sharing a car ride with her then getting rid of her, returning home, blasting music way too loud, getting yelled at by everyone else trying to sleep, then going to the garage, playing cornhole and drinking margaritas until I passed out around 4 am.
I awoke on the floor the next morning still hammered surrounded by college kids, with a giant salsa stain on my shirt, and a severe tank top burn.
Needless to say my first race weekend experience was fratastic
Friday, May 22, 2009
The Original Terminator
In honor of T-4 and Memorial Day weekend I present one of the funniest ads I've ever seen. Is that George Washington or the Governor of Cali?
Winners and Losers
I've been engaging in an epic Twitter conversation with my buddy TP over the last day that began when he made the statement that LeBron may be better than Kobe but he is not a winner yet. First of all, of course LeBron is ridiculously better than Kobe at this point, but I also argued that Kobe cannot be classified as a "winner" until he wins a championship on his own. All of his championships came as the 2nd banana to Shaqfu dominating the paint.
He came back by asking if I considered Pippen a "winner." I said no more than Robert Horry, Steve Kerr, or AC Green. Superduper stars are defined by winning championships as the 1st option. Drexler winning a title on Akeem's coattails doesn't validate him as a winner when his two Portland teams in the Finals failed to grab the trophy.
As I thought about it more and more, in the NBA you can only try your best to play "winning" basketball. Fit whatever role your team requires of you and if the cards fall right you might end up on a championship team. This is complete luck.
The only players that defy this rule are super duper stars like MJ, Hakeem, Shaqfu, Russell, Magic, Larry Legend and a few others that take the parts around them, throw them on their back at key points in playoff games and carry the team to victory (and even then they need a suporting cast playing unselfish "winning" hoops to get there). Does that make them a winner, I'm still not sure. However, I'm still sure LBJ is better than Kobe.
What does this have to do with being a frat guy? Not much other than I love a long drawn out sports arguement at a bar over several beam and cokes that has no logical conclusion. Many times I disagree just to infuriate people (like my insistence that Hulk Hogan could take Tyson).
As I head to Indy for the race this weekend I plan on making many ridiculous statements that can't be backed up to race fans such as; Tony Stewart is the greatest athlete alive today. I hope to be back Tuesday with some great stories to share! Happy Memorial Day!
He came back by asking if I considered Pippen a "winner." I said no more than Robert Horry, Steve Kerr, or AC Green. Superduper stars are defined by winning championships as the 1st option. Drexler winning a title on Akeem's coattails doesn't validate him as a winner when his two Portland teams in the Finals failed to grab the trophy.
As I thought about it more and more, in the NBA you can only try your best to play "winning" basketball. Fit whatever role your team requires of you and if the cards fall right you might end up on a championship team. This is complete luck.
The only players that defy this rule are super duper stars like MJ, Hakeem, Shaqfu, Russell, Magic, Larry Legend and a few others that take the parts around them, throw them on their back at key points in playoff games and carry the team to victory (and even then they need a suporting cast playing unselfish "winning" hoops to get there). Does that make them a winner, I'm still not sure. However, I'm still sure LBJ is better than Kobe.
What does this have to do with being a frat guy? Not much other than I love a long drawn out sports arguement at a bar over several beam and cokes that has no logical conclusion. Many times I disagree just to infuriate people (like my insistence that Hulk Hogan could take Tyson).
As I head to Indy for the race this weekend I plan on making many ridiculous statements that can't be backed up to race fans such as; Tony Stewart is the greatest athlete alive today. I hope to be back Tuesday with some great stories to share! Happy Memorial Day!
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