Full Tilt Poker Game #6711998002:
$10 + $1 Sit & Go (51008871),
Table 2 - 600/1200 - No Limit Hold'em - 23:47:54 ET - 2008/06/05
Seat 2: corron10 (18,860)
Seat 7: fireboatboss (15,440)
Seat 9: SMOKAAAH (33,200)
fireboatboss posts the small blind of 600
SMOKAAAH posts the big blind of 1,200
The button is in seat #2
*** HOLE CARDS ***
Dealt to corron10 [Jc Jd]
corron10 raises to 4,200
fireboatboss calls 3,600
SMOKAAAH calls 3,000
*** FLOP *** [As Th Kh]
fireboatboss checks
SMOKAAAH checks
corron10 checks
*** TURN *** [As Th Kh] [Ad]
fireboatboss bets 1,200
SMOKAAAH folds
corron10 calls 1,200
*** RIVER *** [As Th Kh Ad] [5h]
fireboatboss bets 2,400
corron10 has 15 seconds left to act
corron10 folds
Uncalled bet of 2,400 returned to fireboatboss
fireboatboss mucks
fireboatboss wins the pot (15,000)
The blinds are now 800/1,600
*** SUMMARY ***Total pot 15,000 Rake 0Board: [As Th Kh Ad 5h]
Seat 2: corron10 (button) folded on the River
Seat 7: fireboatboss (small blind) collected (15,000), mucked
Seat 9: SMOKAAAH (big blind) folded on the Turn
Went on to win this 45 SnG... so all good. I think I messed up on the flop by not betting. But if i get called by someone, I'm probably not firing again on the turn??
I really wish i can get into my screenshots. None of my icons on my desktop are all f'ed.
The "done" on blogger is not popping up to import the shot to the page.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
trip reported continued
Longest fucking thing ever!!!!!
Anyway.
Wednesday still in Myrtle Beach, 2nd full day of activities (golf and drinking).
Woke up a little hangoverish on Wednesday after first titty bar night. Luckly tee time was the lastest of the 4 days so had time to shower and eat which helped alot.
Went to a place called 'Eggs Up Grill', nice smallest breakfast place. Got 3 eggs overeasy, BACON, and my grits, with added butter and maple syrup. Awesome!! Hit the spot!
Got back to the condo and gathered the rest of the troops who didnt wake up for breakfast.
Golf Course today was called the "International Club". Nice place, though they were working on some of the greens, but still not as nice as the first place. It would be here though, I would have my best day of golf.
Format was the same, best ball, but groups were divided into 3,3 and 4. Each group of 3, would rotate an extra shot. My group consisted of my best man, also a future brother-in-law and one of the guys who owned the condo we were staying and friend of my future father-in-law, his name is Mike. So Mike, Steve and myself were the first to tee off. At this point we didnt even look back.
Long story short, we ended the day -8, we me making 6 out of 8 birdie putts. No Bogeys!!!
5 of my 6 putts we in 10 feet but the one that started the string of birdies was from 45 feet!!!!!!! No joking around in was just on the green hugging the fring, but still on the green. It had the right speed and distance. It was slightly left to right and downhill, but it snaked its way to the bottom of the cup. This is the first putt I have ever hit like that. So in Corey fashion i had to run around the green, pretending to be riding a horse with my putter and ending it with the Chi Chi Rodriguez putter sword act, to the group that was on the tee behind us.
So it was the best round of the week for me.
So after that we stop for lunch for food and drinks. We were deciding again of what we were going to do for the night. This place was mention. Its called Broadway at the Beach. A huge entertainment area, with mulitiple stores, resturants and bars.
Good times doesnt explain the happenings at this place. So good that we ended up going to this place for the final 3 nights.
The first night we had dinner at a place call "Senor Frog". Which i knew or thought of being a night club.
Well dinner was okay, nothing special, actually probably the only dissappointment the entire trip.
See when I'm down south and especailly near the ocean, all I want is seafood. Shrimp, clams, oysters, fish and everything else seafood. I love it. But ended up going to a fake Mexican joint was just a letdown. I'm not one to complain and I eat anything anyway so it was ok. The only thing that made up for the lack of food was the drinks. Senor Frog had "yard" drinks. You know, the big drinks fill to the top. I'm not one for mixed drinks plus i havent really found one I really like. So a Yard of Lager was my choice, well actually 2 Yards. (I finished the 2nd one while walking around)
After walking around for about 10 minutes to see the other bars, we all decided to go Fat Tuesdays. Having never been to one before, I knew they were all about mixed and frozen drinks. The drink to have was a 190 Octane. Pretty much vodak, Barcadi 151 and Everclear, and for a $1 an extra shot. I think Everclear is grain alcohol, or something like it. It taste so good you dont know that it hits you until later.
Well this is the night where I saw my father-in-law get completely drunk off his ass. His decision to have a salad and a Yard of Long Island Ice Tea, and 2 190 Octane drinks completely made him shit face. I never laughed so hard, in my entire life. It was great.
After we all had 2 drinks from Fats. We heard a band and walked to go see them. Stage was set up in an alley type walk way, with bars on each side. Tons of people. Tons of hot smokin girls, shot girls and beer girls. Awesome sight, I might of have whiplash from the night looking around so hard. Southern girls are so damn hot and nice. Definatly bring home to mom types.
While standing around listening and watching the band, it was clear that it was time to leave but for home??????
Nope! On the way home, another titty bar awaited us. The Penthouse Club. The oldest gentlemen on the trip started the chant. Penthouse!! Penthouse!! Penthouse!! We all agreed on one drink. Well we all know that one drink means 3 hours later and more then one drink. Well this place was much nicer and cleanier then the Pink Pony. We were all seated towards the back of the club, and had a couple of waiteress taking our order.
After a little bit and starting my second beer, i get this whisper in my ear. "You have been auctioned off to me." I turn around and witness the most amazing girl i have laid eyes on. I turn around say "Who did this?" and she pointed to my best man Steve. "Go have fun man!" I say "thanks dude!" Mean while, my father-in-law is also in the "dance room". I follow her lovely round ass to the room.
Ok, this may be a shock to some, but this is my first lap dance. Ever. Remember, I'm not a fan of being teased at these joints. I hate being dick teased.
Well I fell in love. I think I found the love of my life, besides my fiance and son. But this girl was incredible. I loved every fucking second of it.
I'm NOW A FAN OF LAP DANCES!!!!!
It was so good, that I went back for seconds and thirds, and fourths. Luckly one was buy one get two. Nice!!!!!!
This girl had the nicest tits, i ever layed my hands one (yes, they let you touch), the nicest ass, hips, legs, stomach and everything else. She was so good I wanted to fuck her right there. It was soooooooooooooooooo good.
Mental image stored for the rest of my life.
At the end of the night, she was on stage, and I gave her everything else i had and she put her tits in my face for the last time. She was perfect. Probably my soulmate.
Aaaaahhhhh
Memories.
Anyway.
Wednesday still in Myrtle Beach, 2nd full day of activities (golf and drinking).
Woke up a little hangoverish on Wednesday after first titty bar night. Luckly tee time was the lastest of the 4 days so had time to shower and eat which helped alot.
Went to a place called 'Eggs Up Grill', nice smallest breakfast place. Got 3 eggs overeasy, BACON, and my grits, with added butter and maple syrup. Awesome!! Hit the spot!
Got back to the condo and gathered the rest of the troops who didnt wake up for breakfast.
Golf Course today was called the "International Club". Nice place, though they were working on some of the greens, but still not as nice as the first place. It would be here though, I would have my best day of golf.
Format was the same, best ball, but groups were divided into 3,3 and 4. Each group of 3, would rotate an extra shot. My group consisted of my best man, also a future brother-in-law and one of the guys who owned the condo we were staying and friend of my future father-in-law, his name is Mike. So Mike, Steve and myself were the first to tee off. At this point we didnt even look back.
Long story short, we ended the day -8, we me making 6 out of 8 birdie putts. No Bogeys!!!
5 of my 6 putts we in 10 feet but the one that started the string of birdies was from 45 feet!!!!!!! No joking around in was just on the green hugging the fring, but still on the green. It had the right speed and distance. It was slightly left to right and downhill, but it snaked its way to the bottom of the cup. This is the first putt I have ever hit like that. So in Corey fashion i had to run around the green, pretending to be riding a horse with my putter and ending it with the Chi Chi Rodriguez putter sword act, to the group that was on the tee behind us.
So it was the best round of the week for me.
So after that we stop for lunch for food and drinks. We were deciding again of what we were going to do for the night. This place was mention. Its called Broadway at the Beach. A huge entertainment area, with mulitiple stores, resturants and bars.
Good times doesnt explain the happenings at this place. So good that we ended up going to this place for the final 3 nights.
The first night we had dinner at a place call "Senor Frog". Which i knew or thought of being a night club.
Well dinner was okay, nothing special, actually probably the only dissappointment the entire trip.
See when I'm down south and especailly near the ocean, all I want is seafood. Shrimp, clams, oysters, fish and everything else seafood. I love it. But ended up going to a fake Mexican joint was just a letdown. I'm not one to complain and I eat anything anyway so it was ok. The only thing that made up for the lack of food was the drinks. Senor Frog had "yard" drinks. You know, the big drinks fill to the top. I'm not one for mixed drinks plus i havent really found one I really like. So a Yard of Lager was my choice, well actually 2 Yards. (I finished the 2nd one while walking around)
After walking around for about 10 minutes to see the other bars, we all decided to go Fat Tuesdays. Having never been to one before, I knew they were all about mixed and frozen drinks. The drink to have was a 190 Octane. Pretty much vodak, Barcadi 151 and Everclear, and for a $1 an extra shot. I think Everclear is grain alcohol, or something like it. It taste so good you dont know that it hits you until later.
Well this is the night where I saw my father-in-law get completely drunk off his ass. His decision to have a salad and a Yard of Long Island Ice Tea, and 2 190 Octane drinks completely made him shit face. I never laughed so hard, in my entire life. It was great.
After we all had 2 drinks from Fats. We heard a band and walked to go see them. Stage was set up in an alley type walk way, with bars on each side. Tons of people. Tons of hot smokin girls, shot girls and beer girls. Awesome sight, I might of have whiplash from the night looking around so hard. Southern girls are so damn hot and nice. Definatly bring home to mom types.
While standing around listening and watching the band, it was clear that it was time to leave but for home??????
Nope! On the way home, another titty bar awaited us. The Penthouse Club. The oldest gentlemen on the trip started the chant. Penthouse!! Penthouse!! Penthouse!! We all agreed on one drink. Well we all know that one drink means 3 hours later and more then one drink. Well this place was much nicer and cleanier then the Pink Pony. We were all seated towards the back of the club, and had a couple of waiteress taking our order.
After a little bit and starting my second beer, i get this whisper in my ear. "You have been auctioned off to me." I turn around and witness the most amazing girl i have laid eyes on. I turn around say "Who did this?" and she pointed to my best man Steve. "Go have fun man!" I say "thanks dude!" Mean while, my father-in-law is also in the "dance room". I follow her lovely round ass to the room.
Ok, this may be a shock to some, but this is my first lap dance. Ever. Remember, I'm not a fan of being teased at these joints. I hate being dick teased.
Well I fell in love. I think I found the love of my life, besides my fiance and son. But this girl was incredible. I loved every fucking second of it.
I'm NOW A FAN OF LAP DANCES!!!!!
It was so good, that I went back for seconds and thirds, and fourths. Luckly one was buy one get two. Nice!!!!!!
This girl had the nicest tits, i ever layed my hands one (yes, they let you touch), the nicest ass, hips, legs, stomach and everything else. She was so good I wanted to fuck her right there. It was soooooooooooooooooo good.
Mental image stored for the rest of my life.
At the end of the night, she was on stage, and I gave her everything else i had and she put her tits in my face for the last time. She was perfect. Probably my soulmate.
Aaaaahhhhh
Memories.
Monday, June 2, 2008
Astins conversation with Howard Lederer
Time:930
Date 6-1-08
Setting: Office/Computer Area of Astins Home
Astin picks up phone and dials 1800-full-tilt.
Ring, Ring Ring
HL: Hello?
Astin: Howard! Its Astin.
HL: Hey Astin, how you doing?
Astin: Ok, just got done this awesome meal I made.
HL: Whatcha you have?
Astin: Something i tried for the first time that I was thinking about, champagne battered fish. It was yummy.
HL: Sounds delicous!
HL: What can I do you for Astin?
Astin: Well Howard, I'm about to fire Full Tilt poker and play in the Blogger Big Game, its the last game and oppurunity for a seat for the TOC, for a Main Event seat and Braclet package.
HL: oh Yes, yup yup.
Astin: Well i plan on going very deep in this tourney and just wanted to call you to "turn" that RNG in my favor, when I'm we are 11 haned and I'm on the 5-handed table, you think I can get pocket AA 3 times in two orbits and have 2 of the 3 pocket Aces to be on back to back hands.?????
HL: Astin..... for you pal anything. Consider it done.
Astin: Thanks Howard, tell Jesus, Jen, Erick, Gavin, Ivey, Andy, Gordon, Mike, Allen, Team CardRunners, Erik, Clonie, Gus and everyone else I said hello.
HL: will do. Good Luck..... Like you will need it.
Astin: Haha, you too funny Howard.
HL: Bye
Astin: Bye
*So, I dont know Astin personally but if he reads this, its just joking around.*
Simply incredible the rush of cards he gets late. I heard and read about, but being an actual witness to it, blew me away.
Date 6-1-08
Setting: Office/Computer Area of Astins Home
Astin picks up phone and dials 1800-full-tilt.
Ring, Ring Ring
HL: Hello?
Astin: Howard! Its Astin.
HL: Hey Astin, how you doing?
Astin: Ok, just got done this awesome meal I made.
HL: Whatcha you have?
Astin: Something i tried for the first time that I was thinking about, champagne battered fish. It was yummy.
HL: Sounds delicous!
HL: What can I do you for Astin?
Astin: Well Howard, I'm about to fire Full Tilt poker and play in the Blogger Big Game, its the last game and oppurunity for a seat for the TOC, for a Main Event seat and Braclet package.
HL: oh Yes, yup yup.
Astin: Well i plan on going very deep in this tourney and just wanted to call you to "turn" that RNG in my favor, when I'm we are 11 haned and I'm on the 5-handed table, you think I can get pocket AA 3 times in two orbits and have 2 of the 3 pocket Aces to be on back to back hands.?????
HL: Astin..... for you pal anything. Consider it done.
Astin: Thanks Howard, tell Jesus, Jen, Erick, Gavin, Ivey, Andy, Gordon, Mike, Allen, Team CardRunners, Erik, Clonie, Gus and everyone else I said hello.
HL: will do. Good Luck..... Like you will need it.
Astin: Haha, you too funny Howard.
HL: Bye
Astin: Bye
*So, I dont know Astin personally but if he reads this, its just joking around.*
Simply incredible the rush of cards he gets late. I heard and read about, but being an actual witness to it, blew me away.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
trip report continued.....
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.....
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.....
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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