is it ike? is that why there hasn't been a post in over a week? robert, i mean raiderHORN, do you have power? and what about matt's da'anus? no picks. no insight-less, mind numbing, pre-football weekend choosings?
i know i haven't done my share, but i suck at this stuff. i lost my ability to freestyle when i lost my will to find new employment and gave myself over to the darkside of flash games and hulu. but, since no one else will do it, here's a weekend recap:
the ol' captain and i went to california to live like the 10% and to celebrate my 30th birthday and, consequently, the loss of any sexual prowess i might have remaining. (not really, this instrument's got a lot sweeter with age... and viagra... tell'em, cap) i'd love to go into detail about the accommodations (wow), the views (super-wow), the meals (pretty damn wow) or the fact that it's the wednesday after and i don't even feel like it really happened (shit), but the only part that matters on this here blog is the game time experience.
we were faked out by the fox channel in the hotel that led us to believe that the game would be on in our room at 4pm. cap went down for a power nap around 3pm and i settled in with a stiffy (drink) and waited out the hour or so before kick off with a couple inconsequential football matches and highlights. when 4pm rolled around, much to our dismay, the fox sports channel was showing an infomercial involving a magic book that could heal all wounds. no, not the bible. some book full of home remedies for everything from diabetes to erectile dysfunction.
SHIT!
where the hell do you find a sports bar in a stuffy, yuppy haven like carmel?
i went down and asked the lady at the front desk who seemed disgusted that i would even ask such a question. as she gave me a list of places that "might" have tvs (she wouldn't know because she would never!) she told me a quick little tale of when arnold palmer came to the hotel bar to watch the masters and they went out and bought a tv for the bar so he could watch it. (why wasn't arnold at the masters? you might ask... he's an idiot)
it turned out the first place on the list, ody's, was perfect. there were four people in the bar, none of them watching tv, they had satellite, and the bartender handed the remote over so i could find the game. yeah! 3-7, texas. yeah!
bartender! couple of drinks!
here's how the rest of our game watching went...
"don't make eye contact."
ewwww!
oh shit. i'm going to throw up.
"like, totally."
"thanks, wayne."
and a lot of me hollering for the horns in between.
it's after 5pm and i need to go home. i'll explain the rest tomorrow.
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the clock on this thing is effed up
No california song, mike?
And, all of this is true...Idon't recall the conversation, or who Wayne is, but, I also had 5 drinks and 2 tequila shots by the 3rd quarter...or something like that. It might've only been 4 drinks?
Oh. And as for posts, none of them are excited about FB anymore because now they've watched their teams play. AND THEY SUCK.
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