Before I start my trip report I have some sad news.
For those in the area, there was tragic accident on a construction site on early Thursday morning. An employee of Verizon, was working on a project on 202 (major highway), moving or hanging cable wire across a road on an overpass. Slack in the cable was caught by a passing truck, the cable snap back into my best friends dad, knocking him off an overpass onto the road below. He suffer major head trauma and was pronouced dead at the scene. It has been a hard time for my friend and his family.
Please keep my best friend and his family in your prayers during the very tragic and rough time.
Last time i lefted off was Tuesday afternoon, finishing the 1st round of 4 of golf for the week. The first round was probably my worst round of the week too.
So after the round we were all dying of food and drinks. So we stopped at the first bar/resturant. We all got some food and drinks and talked about where we would watch the flyers game that night. (Game 3)
The folks that were down here last year said that there was a "Philly Bar" in the area and it would be a good place to watch the Flyers. There was only one problem..... No one knew where it was.
When we got back to the condo, they tried looking it up on the web. They found an address (of what they thought was the place) and typed it into the GPS. After about a hour of driving around we couldnt find the place. So we ended up going to a very well known sports bar in the area. Problem #2..... It had a Pittsburg Steelers logo on the front of the building!!!!! Pittsburg fucking Steelers!!!!! The majority of us had flyers gear on and we're not scared to sit in a Pittsburg bar. But I have to say, it was pretty much half pengiuns fans and half flyers fan, so at least we werent alone.
I do have to say one thing about the place, that had a slight pengiuns dominance. Game 3 was the first game in Philly and it was the day after they had buried the Sgt. who was killed in the line of duty. (who was huge flyers fan) The flyers had a moment of silence for the slained officer. After the moment of silence, the whole bar clapped when the honored him and his family before the game. In the mist of an Eastern Confernce Final, people still have the respect to those who protect and serve. It was a real nice to see and hear, in a very large bar.
Well game 3 turned out to be awful for Philly fans. The flyers were slow and outplayed. They showed no heart and determination. They played a way better team in the pengiuns, then the 2 series before.
Though we were in another teams bar, at least we werent booooed out of the place. There was an occasional, "flyers suck", "Biron blows" and "Philly blows", but we just responed with "Fuck You!!!!", its easy, simple and straight to the point.
After a dispointing loss, it was time to get fucked up. We all headed back to the towards the condo, until we passed the "Titty bar" aka "The Pink Pony". The place was packed with bikers.
Oooooh did I mention that it was "Bike Week". Bike Week, didnt officially start until the next day, but all of them were already down from the start of the week and the ones coming in, seem to go straight to the club.
I'm going to say this right now. I'm not a "fan" of the titty bar. Yes, I have a penis. Yes, I'm engaged to a girl. Yes, I have been to many different ones, dirty and nice. But for me the titty bar is a big fucking tease. But I will NOT turn down a nice rack in my face. I just dont want to pay for lap dance and at the end of it be ready to "go at it". Its a tease and I want more. Plus on this night, my best man, my future brother-in-law was working on beer #36, so i had to watch out for him. Yes 36 beers through out the day.
Anyway, the titty bar was packed with bikers and it wasnt the cleanest or nicest of strip joints, that I have been in.
But being down there during bike week was incredible. Choppers, Harleys, custom bikes, three wheel bikes, and some sport/rocket bikes, were all over the place. It really made me to start to think about getting one. But what kind???? I really dont think, I saw the saw bike twice. Each one was different. They might of been the same model, but the paint jobs, the added features, the lenght, the thickness, the power, all made them different. God I want a bike!
I was talking to my dad about how it was bike week down there and I told him about wanting to have one, then he had to remind me of my son and family. Booooo, what a hypercrit, he had 2 bikes at my age, thats until he met my mother. Soon after they were both gone. What a pussy, my dad..... haha just kidding. But he said for him they are too dangerous, too many assholes with cars, who dont know how to drive. But he did say, there is a 25% chance of maybe getting one.
Hopefully one day, mostly likely after the family is complete, that I will get a bike or I hit the lottery.
To be continued.....
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
Golf, Beer, Biker Week, and $400 for the Eagles fight song. part 1
I had a great week. Awesome friggin time!!! Exactly what I needed as work was getting on my nerves.
Monday
I worked til 12noon. I literally ran out like the place was on fire. I got outside and let out the largest "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM" known to man. I got home, had a sandwich and beer, and threw my bags into, my future brothers-in-law truck, with my future father-in-law and other future brother-in-law and headed to pick up the friends of my FFinL for the trip.
Met up with the guy who is a co-worker of my FFinL (Future Father-in-law) at his his house and threw in more bags. We also had another stop in the city to pick the other 2 two, who had to work til 3pm, for payroll reasons, no clue why, as they were the owners. So before we had to pick them up, we had 45 minutes to kill, luckly Chubbys and Delisanoros (spelling???) and the decision was either Chubbys with a bar and beer in resturarnt or Deli's with no beer. So half went to Chubbys and the other half to Deli's. So an American without, cuz thats how I roll, and ice cold Lager (Yuelning, spelling???), but its called Lager, everywhere else you have to call in the Y-word.
After lunch, picked the other two guys and headed down to AC International Airport. Boy, its been a long time since I have been on airplane. I felt like a little kid on Christmas, no fear of flying here.
But also never been through the security checks and needing to be there extra early. But this had an upside. EXTRA TIME AT THE BAR!!!!!!!!!!! Completely shitty does not explain the mess I was before getting on the plane. I was a mess. Only thing I hated about the plane ride was with such a short flight meant, not a long time that you move around or get to the bathroom. Especially when I broke the "seal" before getting on the plane.
1hour 10minute flight, went real quick and we were down, got our bags and packed it in the 15 passenger van, although there 10 of us. The airport and the condo's were less then 15 minute drive. The two guys, who were brother-in-laws, each had there own condo, so we split 5 and 5.
The condo was awesome, large bedrooms, bathrooms and kitchen, a screened-in porch and a pool outside the backdoor. We all got unpack, which was just throwing our bags in our rooms and walked over to the other condo, (which was right behind the one i was staying at) and headed to the bar. Some were hungry and others were just thirsty, so the place of Hooters was decided. I took the liquid route with some added apptiezers. I really hate Hooters food, its has to be a grade above dog food. After some 10-12 pitchers between the 10 of us, we decided to go and pick up beer for the 2 condo's.
One thing I hate about the supermarkets or grocery stores up in Pa. is that they dont sell alochol or beer within the stores. It makes it so more conviented. Lets see if I remember correctly...
2 cases of Coors Light
4 cases of Miller Light
12 of Guniness
12 of Harps
3 cases of Lager
1 case of Land Shark, (better then Corona IMO)
After the short trip to the store, we headed back to the place to drink some more. Next thing you know its 230 am and completely wasted! I told myself go to bed and be ready for golf. So i finished my beer and put myself to bed.
I stumbled over to the other condo, took my anit-hangover medicine of 4 extra strenght Tynenol and a bottle of water. It really works, your body might be dragging but no headache, which is the worst part of a hangover. Drank that down and i think i was asleep before my head hit the pillow. Golf was early at 930, but luckly the course was on the property of the condo's, so it would be a short trip.
Tuesday
Woke up feeling shitty, but no headache, but after a good hot shower, I was back feeling good. Tee time was 935, so we all left early to get some practice swings and putts in. After swing the clubs the week before, I was ready to go and stayed on the practice putting green more then normal.
The night before we drew numbers to see who would be playing with who. My group consisted of me, Mark, Tom Sr, (my FFinL) and Mark son Anthony. With ten guys, we played a better ball format in 2's. So there was one group that had to go by themselves.
My group was second to go off, we determined who was first by throwing the tee to see who was first, second, third and fourth. With my bad luck i was first. Nothing like a gallery watching you swing, especially with a drinking fest the night before.
Hole 1 was a slight dog leg right par 4, with water on the left, trees on the right and a creek that protected the green right in front. So I tee'ed it up, took out the big dog and let him ate. Boy did he ever.... a bunch of tree bark!
Monday
I worked til 12noon. I literally ran out like the place was on fire. I got outside and let out the largest "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM" known to man. I got home, had a sandwich and beer, and threw my bags into, my future brothers-in-law truck, with my future father-in-law and other future brother-in-law and headed to pick up the friends of my FFinL for the trip.
Met up with the guy who is a co-worker of my FFinL (Future Father-in-law) at his his house and threw in more bags. We also had another stop in the city to pick the other 2 two, who had to work til 3pm, for payroll reasons, no clue why, as they were the owners. So before we had to pick them up, we had 45 minutes to kill, luckly Chubbys and Delisanoros (spelling???) and the decision was either Chubbys with a bar and beer in resturarnt or Deli's with no beer. So half went to Chubbys and the other half to Deli's. So an American without, cuz thats how I roll, and ice cold Lager (Yuelning, spelling???), but its called Lager, everywhere else you have to call in the Y-word.
After lunch, picked the other two guys and headed down to AC International Airport. Boy, its been a long time since I have been on airplane. I felt like a little kid on Christmas, no fear of flying here.
But also never been through the security checks and needing to be there extra early. But this had an upside. EXTRA TIME AT THE BAR!!!!!!!!!!! Completely shitty does not explain the mess I was before getting on the plane. I was a mess. Only thing I hated about the plane ride was with such a short flight meant, not a long time that you move around or get to the bathroom. Especially when I broke the "seal" before getting on the plane.
1hour 10minute flight, went real quick and we were down, got our bags and packed it in the 15 passenger van, although there 10 of us. The airport and the condo's were less then 15 minute drive. The two guys, who were brother-in-laws, each had there own condo, so we split 5 and 5.
The condo was awesome, large bedrooms, bathrooms and kitchen, a screened-in porch and a pool outside the backdoor. We all got unpack, which was just throwing our bags in our rooms and walked over to the other condo, (which was right behind the one i was staying at) and headed to the bar. Some were hungry and others were just thirsty, so the place of Hooters was decided. I took the liquid route with some added apptiezers. I really hate Hooters food, its has to be a grade above dog food. After some 10-12 pitchers between the 10 of us, we decided to go and pick up beer for the 2 condo's.
One thing I hate about the supermarkets or grocery stores up in Pa. is that they dont sell alochol or beer within the stores. It makes it so more conviented. Lets see if I remember correctly...
2 cases of Coors Light
4 cases of Miller Light
12 of Guniness
12 of Harps
3 cases of Lager
1 case of Land Shark, (better then Corona IMO)
After the short trip to the store, we headed back to the place to drink some more. Next thing you know its 230 am and completely wasted! I told myself go to bed and be ready for golf. So i finished my beer and put myself to bed.
I stumbled over to the other condo, took my anit-hangover medicine of 4 extra strenght Tynenol and a bottle of water. It really works, your body might be dragging but no headache, which is the worst part of a hangover. Drank that down and i think i was asleep before my head hit the pillow. Golf was early at 930, but luckly the course was on the property of the condo's, so it would be a short trip.
Tuesday
Woke up feeling shitty, but no headache, but after a good hot shower, I was back feeling good. Tee time was 935, so we all left early to get some practice swings and putts in. After swing the clubs the week before, I was ready to go and stayed on the practice putting green more then normal.
The night before we drew numbers to see who would be playing with who. My group consisted of me, Mark, Tom Sr, (my FFinL) and Mark son Anthony. With ten guys, we played a better ball format in 2's. So there was one group that had to go by themselves.
My group was second to go off, we determined who was first by throwing the tee to see who was first, second, third and fourth. With my bad luck i was first. Nothing like a gallery watching you swing, especially with a drinking fest the night before.
Hole 1 was a slight dog leg right par 4, with water on the left, trees on the right and a creek that protected the green right in front. So I tee'ed it up, took out the big dog and let him ate. Boy did he ever.... a bunch of tree bark!
This was a sign to come. Not feeling well, body not in golfing shape, bright sun, empty stomach and a bet with the other twosome in my group. The bet was just between the four of us, lowest score wins.
Fastforward to the turn, Driver is now put away for the day and the 3 wood or 2 iron is in use for long distance holes. We started 10, only down 2 shots, so we were right there.
Three holes later we are down 5 shots, 3 straight birdies for our competition, with our 3 staright par's. So starting 13 down 5 with 6 to play and the wheels started to come off. No birdies, 3 pars and 3 bogeys, while our competition when 6 staright pars, to lose by 9 strokes.
I blame myself for that choke arstist display of golf. I couldnt get off the tee well enough and missing important putts caused my team to be man-handled by a team who had a long accurate driver and a man who plays a short game very well.
I hate long post and finish the rest week later.
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