Jesus of Suburbia

Back on February 24th, of 2007 I wrote a post titled, Personal Jesus, about a coffin that was found in Jerusalem. Many believed it that it may be the resting place of Jesus Christ, while religious wackos dismissed it before hearing any of the science behind it, because well science is made up and the Bible is all fact.

Turns out the fanatics were right this time. The picture above shows what was found hiding inside the coffin and as you can see its far from the Messiah.

Vegas Two Times

After weeks of speculation and days of procrastination Jay Vegas-on-the-Lake loaded up his car to begin is journey back to being Jay Vegas. He managed to stretch out his last night in town to about 7 last nights in town, due in no small part to his friends begging him to stay, "One more day," "through the weekend," or "until we can see Step-brothers." It wasn't quite the 7 straight days of drunkenness we experienced in '96 when he first moved out there, which included a party at his house, my 21st b-day party, a party at Narducci's, a relatively decent get together at Silva's and God only knows what else. Nevertheless, it was pretty fun.

On Friday before leaving Jay B. was kind enough to indulge me in this photo opportunity oh him throwing away a free pizza. he had done the same thing about 13 years earlier, except it wasn't a giveaway pizza from a gas station, it was half of a 16" Capo's garlic pizza. I was working accross the street from Capo's at the time at Sports & Sports, this pretty much meant I was eating Capo's 7 days a week, up from the usual 6 for the summer. If I was going over Jay's or Marty's to hang out I'd bring whatever I didn't eat for them to enjoy. Well Jay didn't want it and just couldn't handle the stress of the box sitting on the table in his garage so he walked it down to the curb and placed it in the trash. Even though Marty or Valentic would be around soon and once we started drinking there would no doubt be a hungry mouth. Anyway, Jay has never really lived this story down, in his words it's been, "beaten into the ground," so I have to thank him for allowing one more shot at him for this story.

I did tell Jay via test message that his leaving would be a lot like when Goose died.

Jay, Godspeed and I hope things work out in Las Vegas.

****Editor's Note Yeah we took the Capo's pizza off the top of the rubbish that night and ate it anyway after a few Beast Lites.

Lime in the Coconut

Friday started off Armstrong weekend and since Rob took one photo all weekend that left me to try and report on the events of late Friday, early Saturday and reeeaaally early Saturday. I started the night off going out to the Old Firehouse Winery with Jay B., Denny, Cagoots and others. We finally manged to hear some good music there provided by the Four Kings. They're a cover band that specializes turning the songs you know into funk tunes, even songs like Sweet Home Alabama. This was kind of a surprise since 3 of the 4 Kings are black and the song has some racial undertones if you know its history. Stemmy and Rob didn't make the GOTL until close to 12:30 due to the Dick Shine softball tourney in Cuyahoga Falls.

We enjoyed one big beer there together before heading down the Strip to Sportsterz. We had a couple 16oz. BL's before heading back to town for some more beers at home and some Sausage and Peppers that I had made earlier and were waiting for us in the crock pot.

Due to the generosity of the local Bud distributor we aqquired some Bud Light Lime hats and that became the theme for the weekend. We wore the white hats with all white polos. Underneath we had matching lime t-shirts which rob had doctored to include names, numbers, and the greasy weasel logo. The polos as always came off on the second tee and we went with the sleeveless lime tees for the remainder of the round. My cart partner, Stemmy, and I also wore matching black and white checkered sweatbands. To the right you can see how it looked sans polo, I did wear my hat straight though for the record.

Rob chose to stick to our "Fruit" theme by trying on a peach colored polo of Karen's. As you can see he looked FABULOUS!.

Sometime around 4:30 the idea of taking the rest of the beer out to the golf course then and staying up all night was tossed out by me as a joke. Unfortunately we spent the next hour talking about it. I kept repeating the line from Glengary Glen Ross, "Are we talking about this, or are we talking about this?" We flipped a coin and decided not to go, then we went to bed, then we got back up and talked about it some more. Ended up with roughly 2 and a half hours of sleep and 18 holes of picturing my couch every time i blinked.

My round was all over the place with a handful of pars, a birdie 2, (which one me a "closest to the pin prize" on a 190+ yard par 3), a lot of easy par puts missed and a few of 7+s sprinkled in, earning me a 101 for the miserable round. I did get some payback on Stemmy this year hitting the cart on one hop with an errant 60 yard wedge shot. FORE!

We have tentatively decided on an OSU theme for next year, and apparently I get to be an "O" in this scenario. It's gonna take a lot of gym time and starvation to take the "I' away from Rob or Shanny.

As always thanks for a great time boys, can't wait for next year.



----------------
Now playing: Sugar Beats - (Lime in the) Coconut
via FoxyTunes