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Bulls On Parade

This should be a post about a HUGE NE Ohio sports weekend. Indians score 7 runs in the 11th at 1:37 am to beat the Red Sox and tie the series 1-1. The Buckeyes crushed Kent, as expected, then sat around as LSU and Cal lost nail biters to vault OSU up to number one in all the polls including the first release of the BCS poll, and the Browns beat the winless Dolphins. It got a little scary at one point but instead of shutting down and playing not to lose, which always leads to losing, the Browns kept pouring on the O.

Instead this blog will be about where I watched most of these events occur, and what happened after. I went to Robbie T's after the Bucks game but in time to see the end of the Kentucky vs. LSU triple OT finish, ending just in time for first pitch and on through the Browns game.

Here is where the difference lies between your team winning and losing and why we cheer so hard. At 1:30 in the morning we were certainly tired enough, and had drank enough to just call it a night, and that's exactly what would have happened had the Tribe lost. Instead we drank until 4:30 in the morning, or until there was no more beer or booze, and aereated Rob's walls and ceiling with darts. No we weren't so hammered we couldn't hit the board, but we did lack the type of common sense that tells you that it's impossible to throw a dart 30 feet across a room, from a seated position, under a 6'5" drop ceiling, from an 18 degree angle AND hit the board with 2 out of 3 darts, (honestly not all of us lacked that common sense, thanks for the winnings Bolls).

Rob and Bolls throwing from their knees out of the utility room, over the bar, from about 17" away

This shot looks easier than the one from the knees, but the ceiling is even lower directly above the bar so that is how that dart you see in the top left ended up her.

Nuff Said

Hooray for Boobies!!!

Roni and Brendan

Saturday saw about 8 straight hours of not stop Cornhole, which explains why Stemmy still can't sit down, Hey Ohh!!!! Don't confuse the bags being thrown with the ones on our bare chests in these pictures.

Professional Cornholer Stemmy and Travis

In this shot you can see the cabin in the background, this is where most of the drinking and agruing takes place. Behind my Jeep parked on the pile of Coal for the heater, is where we enjoyed listening to the Indians beat the Yankees to take a 2-o lead.

Ray and Myers

Here's a dynamic duo, Ray apparently only packed a nightgown, baby socks, and Steel-toed shoes. While Myers had other clothes, but well I guess I'm the wrong guy to be pointing out what happened to them. I wish I had a shot of when he rolled them up to look like football pants though.

Me and Terry in the Foreground

Not sure what was going on here, didn't know that the photo was taken, but it's the only one I was in. And I figured if I'm gonna make fun of shirtless men, I better include myself.

Ron, who I'm told was a cornhole virgin, (though the graffiti on an I-71, rest area men's room stall tells a different story), made all four bags in the hole on one turn. Stemmy said some of his buddies called this a Ruffin, but he had no explanation why. Unhappy with this name I did some research, and found that it is called a Quad Sod. BTW all 8 is a Cornucopia.As promised Ray on a cooler

If you Can't Fleave

For those of you who have never been Fleaving this is the view from walking out of the cabin door. This was early Sunday morning, as I sit here on a dreary, cold, fall afternoon it's hard to believe I spent last weekend with shorts and no shirt getting a sunburn.

What I'd like to do is open up the comments to favorite Fleaves moments for those in attendance, my memories are hazy at best and tend to be skewed away from making myself look like a fool, which I most certainly did. Besides there's way too much to try and choose which stories to write.

We arrived at the cabin at 1:00 PM on Friday. We quickly opened a few bottles of cold Leghumper, whilst the keg settled. The keg was officially tapped at 2:00, and amongst 8 of us was floating 12 hours later. It held out though most of Saturday afternoon, then Brendan and I headed into town for a few more cases of brew and use of toilet. The number of people drinking out of the keg isn't exact as there were only 4 of us there originally, some guys brought their own beer, and others showed after midnight.

Love Em' Fleave Em'

It is that time of year again, the Feaves is upon us. As you all know, (not really), Fleaves is the annual , (by annual I mean sometimes twice a year, sometimes not at all), camping holiday celebrated by the Brothers Fleave. This mostly involves eating, drinking, and Ray sitting on coolers, (maybe while wearing skorts like in this picture or throwing dice at me .

Fleaves takes place in Martinsburg, Ohio. If you don't know where that is you aren't the only one. I've been there a half dozen times at least and only learned the name of the town by following the route on Google maps. I may have been drugged, blindfolded, or both every time I've been taken there. One of my Fraternity brothers, Chief Brendan, owns along with his family, 100 acres of untouched land, save the cabin they've built. The cabin sits 1.5 miles off the road.

There were awards for Fleaves two years ago but I'm not sure they are still in existence. Ron if you have those post them before you set sail please.

This will be my last post before Monday, so Go Tribe and Go Fleaves!!!!

Rocky Mountain High

Alright so I skipped my complaining about baseball yesterday because there was a game on and it worked out in MLBs favor because I have one less thing to gripe about. Time Warner added WTBS's, the television home for this years divisional playoff series, High Definition channel. I was not too pleased thinking about watching it without. I know some of you, like Robbie, think that's goofy but when you are used to it you can't go back. Not too mention, THIS is why I bought the damn LCD television. Of course immediately after, that Friday actually, the Indians choked against KC and never caught the White Sox or the Wild Card team.

Unfortunately, I didn't know about the new HD channel until today. If my TV was a little clearer maybe I could have helped Tim McClelland with the call last at home last night to end the game, and season for the Padres. Luckily I like sports, so I was still up watching it. Out or not it was awesome. As far as I'm concerned if the home team comes back from a two run deficit in the 13th inning they deserve that break. Especially since I was up to see it. And even more so when the guy who blew the save, Trevor Hoffman, was offered a contract from the Indians when he was a Free Agent and chose instead to take less money to stay in San Diego. Advice to Matt Holiday: next time go in feet first and power through the catcher's leg. Not only will you be safe, you will prevent the bruised chin and bottom lip filed with dirt.

Confession: the real reason I was still up was because I had just finished watching the MNF game, where Trolley Tom Brady out scored Texas Steer Carson palmer 19-9. For those of you who don't remember, I was trailing by ten, so that's right fantasy sports fans a second straight tie!!! Both ties were snatched from the jaws of victory by Rudi Johnson's hamstring. In the first tie he got injured early in his game providing only 4 points for me. In the second he forced me not only to go with 3 receivers, but his absence from the Bengals forced Palmer to throw more. We are now 2-0-2, and that is unfortunately our best start ever.

Back to my complaints and here is the big one: Why am I sitting here typing this when I should be watching the divisional series games. The playoffs are supposed to start Tuesday afternoon, instead here I sit typing crap no one really cares about because Law & Order isn't on yet. Serves Major League Baseball right, after a 13th inning come from behind season ending game, I bet a lot of people were fired up for more of the pastime today, instead they got...Dammit it's 4 straight episodes of Family Guy, I gotta go, Later.