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Jimmy -- Someone at work just saw this picture and hopes to...
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Cline -- Even the married men aren't safe. You could get k...
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The day started off with a bombshell. Goose announced upon our return from the
RV place that he wasn't going. He had said he felt like ass before we went to
Stoltzfus, felt better after their complimentary hot dog, but was un-Goosely
quiet on the ride back. I tried to talk him into going, but his ashier-than-normal
complexion, combined with the fact that he had a hot and cold side to his body, left him unable
to attend. For him to pass up an RV trip to Regionals, I figure he had to feel
pretty shitty.
But we had to soldier on. We were meeting at Jimmy's place, where the surprise
passenger, Crafty, showed up. He wasn't going to let a little torn LCL get in
the way of throwing down. Aw, hell no. We loaded up the 10 cases of PBR, and
hit the road. Surprisingly, there was no gas smell or Check Engine light to slow
us down. The tunes were pumping, the PBR was flowing, and the decibels were elevated. We had a couple of gifts from Evan to help us through the trip. An awesome baby blue Badlands, SD hat and a bottle of smooooth Yellowstone whiskey. The hat was supposed to go to a best 5-of-9 Pokey In the RV Death Match between Cleary & I, but it ended up being the RV Driver's hat instead. There was some card game that Marie introduced where I was alternately told to drink or give drinks. I was fine with both aspects of the game, though I'm still a little hazy on the rules.
That segued into Spin the Bottle, where you could decline kissing a guy by taking a shot of Yellowstone whiskey. Let's just say Jimmy put a hurting on that bottle.
So we roll into the Gaithersburg Holiday Inn, with the exception of Cleary (who manned up and drove the whole way), drunk as shit and looking for trouble. I forget the exact circumstances to the next incident, but this is how it was relayed to me. At some point after we get to the hotel and have parked, Cleary decides to move the RV. Since he's much soberer than us, I'll give him the benefit of the doubt that the move was warranted. Anyways, at that moment, I'm standing on the couch inside the RV, Jimmy's outside, peeing behind the RV, and Crafty is leaning through the window from the outside for some reason. So the RV lurches forward and the following 3 things happen:
1. Jimmy runs along behind the RV still peeing, trying to not be all out in the open about it.
2. Crafty is flailing his legs while still half-in, half-out of the RV.
3. I wipe out and land flat on my back with my head down by the door of the RV. I'm laughing like crazy, oblivious to any pain that may have been present.
So a bunch of us head over to Ihop for dinner, and the highlights included Doug ordering the left side of the menu and me throwing lemons around with more accuracy than I ever could a frisbee.
The only other event of the evening was realizing that the t-shirt iron-ons were entirely backwards. Typical.
We came out hungover, crotchety, and bedraggled, making a bunch of mistakes.
Maybe GF wasn't throwing their A game or A players at us, but we weren't that
impressed with them. Apparently we were incredibly incorrect because they won
the rest of their games pretty easily en route to taking Regionals. It was
a good warm up for us, as we got loose and got rid of most of our crap (including
Doug's flick).
This was the game we needed to win to ensure that we finished higher than our
seed AND stay out of the bottom 4 (aka Asshole) Pool. It's a DC team that GC
alum Jared plays with. They narrowly beat us back at Henlopen, but we came out pumped and won this
game pretty easily.
HELL FUCKING YEAH! The first time we've beaten another Philly Co-ed Club team,
and we did it rather convincingly. It was tight for most of the game and then we were down 9-7. That, my friends, is when, amidst a sea of crappy hammers, that we
rolled their asses to score the last 6 points and win going away.
A relatively quiet nigh
