The "Nutty" one George Dragon, (seen here wearing a maize shirt that was homespun from the strings of corn husks), has gone from the Penthouse to the Outhouse by winning the Can of Corn Trophy. And good riddance to it! After Memphis lost the Sign Man said, "Truthfully, I only lost because I couldn't find a loop hope in the rules like when I cheat down Little League annat." If you'd like to mail any derogatory remarks or ask for an autograph please send a self addressed stamped envelope to "The Corn Palace Motel, Attn: Dorker."
Last night saw a second straight appearance at the Locker Room. We were there for our annual 13 run pool party which started at 5:00. Every year you get a new team, you pay $3.00 a week, and if your team hits 13 runs exactly you get $50.00 for the week. The nice thing is it leaves plenty of money left in the kitty to throw the party and purchase door prizes.
It was a great night, so I am told, because we got a group of guys together that haven't been in the same place in at least 15 years. Silva and I are both in the baseball pool, but the bar is still open. joining us around 9:00 were Jerry, Jay B, Stevie Sav, and Minick. Jerry had to leave around 11:00. The rest of us headed to the Crow's Nest a little after. I wish I had some funny stories to write about, but the evening is pretty much a blank.
There was also a group of girls from our class that were out and about, but apparently someone in the group decided they were too good for this once in a lifetime event and chose to stay in Erie. Too bad because we would of had practically the entire St. John class of '93 there, (Jay, Minick, and Steve didn't graduate from St. John, but all were in the class at one point).
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