A small collection of photos from our wedding is up. Amidst the 283 shots Shawn took, I culled a few for viewing. I'll spare you another glimpse of Ed's nudist tendencies.
Netscape really screws up the indexes for some reason and it being this late hour, I don't really care.
Cue up DK's Jock-o-Rama...
Last week was a blast for the Warpigs. As usual, we played a team far ahead of us in the skill department. Come to think of it, they were ahead in the experience and looks departments too. But being the tight knit bunch of friends we are, we stood together and all hell broke loose.
We were warned by some friends from another team that this game would be physical. I do mean PHYSICAL and not just "chippy." The whole game consisted of a few slashes, lots of scrums on the boards and loads of "no-calls" by the refs. As a player who gives up 30-40 lbs. on the average, I try to use speed to open up the play.
Oh yeah, forgot to mention the speed department.
So, the tight defense and well executed team system that we never seem to achieve should work ok. When it fails, it's really becomes a game of heart. Whoever wants it the most will win or at least look damn good trying.
With less than 5 minutes left, Yours Truly gets the game tying goal. At 2:38 left in the game, Yours Truly, the smallest guy on the team, is digging the puck out of a scrum... it pops loose, their star forward gets to it, and turns uprink... I somehow manage to knock this ringer on his face. BOOM went the boards and there were great cheers from the Warpig bench.
Since I'm not 210 lbs like a lot of guys out there, I don't know how this happened. Sure, their best player was only my size, but as a relative beginner, I'm not exactly sure how to lay an efficient check like this. Whatever it was... the stars were right for just a second.
Let me try to recap the flurry that happened right after....
Big Mr. Captain of the Opposition takes a run at me, crosschecks me, yet HE goes flying backwards (again, no idea how this happened). Two of their players jump off the bench and rush into the fray. 3 of my teammates end up tangled with about 5 of them. One of our defensemen is being held to the bench by our team because he's about to go ballistic (don't make him angry, you wouldn't like him when he's angry). Mass chaos ensues, and many expletives uttered.
Mr. Star Forward Who Should Be in a Silver Division At The Very Least gets up swinging with tears flowing down his face. The Warpigs pointed this out and there was much rejoicing.
In the end, I was given 2 for roughing, Dave got 4 for roughing. The two heros from the other bench received 10 min game misconducts each. Their captain got 2 for roughing and should have gotten another 5 for wimpiest crosscheck ever. It wasn't boarding because Star Child turned toward me. They argued to no avail. Oh well, they had the power play and used it to win in OT.
The really funny part was this melee attracted the entire hockey club. People were pressed all over the glass. It was great.
I had to be escorted through the parking lot... just in case, LOL!
There's some woman I've known for a long time who just is the dumbest fucker on the whole damn planet. Friends of mine will know who I'm referring to.
Have you ever known someone who just has to be the center of attention all the time. You know how it works. Say you name a learning disability and this person has to go on about how they grew up with it. Mention a rare type of music and of course they once played in a band that did that Malaysian/blues/dixieland fusion you were looking for.
Of course proof is another thing.
Anyways, this person I know (believe me, I have no choice but to deal with this loser), recently asked me about a book I read. "Oh yeah," I said. "It's called Holy Blood, Holy Grail." I should have known something stupid was afoot.
Imagine that?!?! She's a long lost relative of the Templars, a medieval religious sect that was ex-communicated then executed for heresy. Amazing that nearly 1000 years have passed and they all settled in Texas and spawned her. Just when you think you've heard it all, another bomb falls on you. If I cared at all, I'd worry about this person.
It would be hilarious if it wasn't so pathetic.
I've always seen cars as simply a method of getting my ass from one spot to another. A lot of guys love tinkering under a hood, following the new model specs, etc. I really couldn't care less. Of course, when it's time for me to buy a car I try to learn whatever I can before I decide to plop down a ton of money, but otherwise, forget it.... a car is a car.
And for some reason the more expensive a car is, the uglier it tends to be. Maybe it's just me, maybe I have really bad taste in automobiles. I'd take my Xterra over an Escalade anyday. Sure the Cadillac costs more, has all the added comforts, but that thing is fucking ugly if you ask me. I can say the same for all the Mercedes cars I pass by everyday.
So when Brendi and I bought a new car a few weeks ago we checked out all the websites to see what we wanted. My work has a discount program setup with a bunch of manufacturers so I checked them out. Chrysler, GM, etc. I checked out the Ford section and noticed the deal was good for ALL the car companies they own. You know, Mazda, LandRover, Jaguar, etc. (btw, why is it now jagUar, rather than jagwar like before? The rich have to invent their own accent to separate themselves?).
I check out the respective websites and fell in love with a car for the first time. Nevermind that this car is handbuilt to each order, only has 300 units produced each year, has a two year waiting list due to back orders, and costs as much as a house (in the $200K area).... someday....yeah, someday.
Anyone want to trade their Aston Martin Vanquish for a slightly used Xterra? I'll even throw in a Mazda3 too!
Sometimes those teenagers in the rice burners just crack me up, so this made me laugh.
I'm just saying that even multi-national multi-billion dollar conglomerates can totally drop the ball and shoot themselves in the foot. You'd figure maybe you'd have a "PLAN" or something considering it's the busiest time of the year. Nonetheless, I survived.