Aaahhh the first snow of the year

Seems that I was a bit over zealous in my excitement about this earls first snow fall...I decided to get all decked out in my snow angle outfit and shovel some snow. Since I have elderly neighbors I decided to do there porch also...Man they were pissed at me, The good news is they insist I don't shovel their porch anymore.

The real Lucky

Some people name there animals ironic names...SB has a three legged dog named luck. Another buddie of mine has a Great Dane named tiny...The list goes on I'm sure...

I have a cat called luck...and I think you'll agree it's not to be funny or facetious...

To Wing Bowl or Not to Wing Bowl...

This hiatus from eating is already making me crazy, and it's completely normal for me to get this way. Some of the eaters w/ spouses and kids need the down time to get there lives in order, spend quality time around the house. Some eaters might just need to just away for a bit, it takes a lot of commitment to travel as much as the likes of Pat, Joey and Wild Bill. But I can’t stand the down time; I would get like this in the off season for football.

I never really get to do as many contests as I would like, and honestly who does, but it seemed there was always something to look forward to. As Wing bowl falls upon us I thought this would be the one thing to get me through the winter, but it’s not and I don’t know why. This is the event I first cut my CE teeth on, this is the single largest crowd I’ve ever eaten or played in front of. Yet it’s not appeasing the dark passenger that is my completive alter ego. I think once I do my trial run this weekend I might be in a better frame of mind…We’ll let you know. On Monday…

Rings true

IN PARENTING I'VE LOST MY MIND...

BUT

FOUND MY SOUL...

I thought it was just a figure of speech but apparently not!

Who knew

See who gets it and who doesn't

"There are only 10 types of people in the world: Those who understand binary, and those who don't"

That's what friends are for

Going through some pictures I couldn't help but notice that Steakbellie is totally checking out my wife's rack....

Bastard

Only in America

Think you've got aches and paines

Michael Lenahan, 23, of Philadelphia, Pa. is gored in the leg by a fighting bull during a traditional bull run in Pamplona, Spain, Thursday July 12, 2007. Two American brothers were gored Thursday during the longest and bloodiest morning bull run at the San Fermin festival in the northeastern city of Pamplona. Lawrence Lenahan, 26, of Hermosa Beach, Calif. and Michael Lenahan, 23, of Philadelphia, Pa. were gored by a bull who strayed from the pack, turned around and ran the wrong way. The older brother suffered a eight-inch (20-centimeter) goring in the left buttock after a dangerous sharp right turn in the course Lenahan described as a 'dead man's curve.' The younger brother was injured shortly before the bull ring, the end point of the daily runs, after the bulls horn entered beneath his skin in his right shin.

The moral of the story, don't F#ck w/ Bulls

How rubber gloves are made acording to gram

When my grandmother was alive she lived w/ us for a few years. So I had to do a few things that sometimes we don't want to do. But you close your eyes and remember @ some point they changed your shitty diaper and wiped your A$$. During one of her visits to the hospital she got a bed sore on her rear end. No biggie I had to put change the dressing and put this ointment on it. She was a little nervous the first time, so he decided to tell her a little joke. As I put on my gloves. I simply asked her "Do you know how they make these gloves?" "No, I don't," she replied. "Well," I spoofed, "there's a building in Mexico with a big tank of latex and workers of all hand sizes walk up to the tank, dip in their hands, let them dry, then peel off the gloves and throw them into boxes of the right size." Ironically she didn't crack a smile. "Oh, well. I tried," I thought. But about five minutes later, as I'm finishing up, she burst out laughing. "What's so funny?" I asked. "I was just envisioning how condoms are made!"

Moral of the story, Gotta watch those little old ladies! Their minds are always working. Even Grams

Will it Blend!!!!!!

I'm not kidding or exaggerating when I say this....This is the funniest site I've visited in a long time. I stayed up in bed until about 11:30 last night watching all of them...

http://www.willitblend.com/



Who ever thought this up is an F'ing marking genius...I actually went as far as getting out of bed @ quarter to twelve last night to order the home version which mind you is the one he uses in the videos. I honestly can not fathom how insanely awesome the commercial version would be. Alas I thought better of it once my feet hit the cold linoleum and realized Peep would flipping kill me...

When did it become ok

I am a huge fan of women, I love the female anatomy and always have. But since I've become married I have been happily following the look don't touch rule. Hence I have learned to love from a distance except w/ my beautiful wife of coarse.

I will admit my tastes have become more diverse, I like all shapes and most sizes, big and small boobs, Big asses and little asses...You get the idea. No one enjoys the rare siting of a nice whale tail more than me.

But could someone please tell me when it became acceptable for a woman to wear a shirt that was too short and tight w/ a Fat roll??? I work in an office that is "Business Casual" and the number of woman w/ there rolls hanging out is crazy. It takes everything in me to say "do you really think that looks good?"

I'm a fat ass and you don't see me walking around w/ a half shirt....NO!!!! And do you know why it not pretty and no one should be subject to it that didn't willingly marry me. Here is a hint, leave whatever it is your hiding under there to the imagination of the viewer. Once the present is opened there is no more suprise.

God protects the young and stupid

I love this guy...Absolutely love him. Just read the article then tell me you didn't at least think about trying it...In hind site I wouldn't need the bags of water because I'd probably piss myself.

Did Philip Fart?

Did Philip Fart?

What do you think?

This is going to be one ugly Kid

A Dhali Moment

Suddenly I find myself sitting on park bench overlooking a beautiful river, the view is simply beautiful. The smells and sounds fill my mind w/ memories, of childhood. Yet I can not place where I am, I know I've been here. I look everywhere for a sign to clue me in on where I am or how I got there, but there isn't even anyone to ask. Ironically I find I don't care, it is so relaxing to finally enjoy some of the childhood I seemed to have forgotten over time.

I am suddenly startled by movement on the bench, yet no one was here just seconds ago. As I look over I notice a skinny weathered old man. I can't help but stare, I know that face. I feel lulled into sense of security so I simply inquire, "Who are you???" In a voice eerily familiar "An old acquaintance, why?"
What are you doing here?
"I've come to warn you..."
"About?"
Impatiently as if pressed for time "Becoming a father!!!"
"What are you talking about, I think I'll be a great Dad..."
"You never will be. Trust me, I've seen it, I've been there..."
"Who are you?!?!?! You don't even know me."
"I know you, I'm just like you, Hell I practically am you. But not why I'm here. so shut up and listen. You are going to be a failure as a father, so please don't ruin the lives of your children like your life was."
"What the fuck are you talking about?? My life was ruined by anyone."
"Not even that piece of shit father of yours???"
"NO, please I couldn't have had a better role model on how to be a father"
"WHAT!!!! He was a drunk, he abandoned you, he lied to you...and you will be just like him, it's in your blood"
"I've thought of all that, I've spent more time than I honestly should have...but honestly, think about it, what a better role model than to have the complete polar opposite of what you want to be...."

Silence sets in between myself and the stranger...I know in my heart of hearts that those final words are worse than anything I could have said or done to him. Sadly I know who he is, I guess I've known in the back of my mind the whole time. I get up from the bench to walk away. A meek and desperate voice calls to me "Where are you going???" I say nothing, I don't need to. "you need to listen to me about this"...Still nothing from me. I look back and I see the tears rolling down is cheeks, I know he thinks he failed to deliver his mistimed unwanted message. Like a speech that has been practiced a million times the words roll of my tongue, "Jim" I see the look of utter surprise on his face "or should I say DAD, if you came her for forgiveness you wasted both our times...I could never be like you...I know all to well what it's like to have no one, they never will. If you are looking for forgiveness, you came to the wrong place"

Suddenly the alarm is going off, I quickly hit snooze knowing I don't want to wake my son or daughter who might have snuck in my bed during the night...I look over and see my daughter, and I'm overcome with a feeling of confidence. Because I know, no matter how bad of a job as a father I might do from time to time...I'll still be better than you.

I have witnessed the Future of my hair line

Seems through the magic of science and computers we can see what we will look like in 10, 20 0r 30 years...Unfortunately I am able to afford those ways...So I bought a $30 pair of clippers. Sounded like a good idea at the time...

If you have kids...This all makes sense

Obvious HR infraction

Yesterday t seems I had, what has been deemed a gross misjudgement in the musical lyrics I chose to sing at work yesterday. Please note it was those uptight HR people that found this infraction worthy of a written reprimand. I'll leave you w/ the lyrics and you decide if it warranted being written up...

There's a skeeter on my Peter
Whack it off....

A picture is worth a thousand words

Apparently there is a God

My New Guise

I figured I need a new guise to eat under, something that would make up for my inability to break on to the winners stand...Something that would make sure people remember me...So I found a costume that seemed like it would make an impression on people. This is the one I settled on and I plan on introducing it in Memphis this year for Krystals....Be honest is it to loose

Once in a while I would like to sleep in

Monday through Friday I can't get there little asses up...But Saturday and Sunday I'm luck if it's 6:30 or 7:00....





THE MORAL OF THE STORY:
NEVER MARRY A MORNING PERSON...YOU'LL ONLY SPAWN MORNING CHILDREN

A good day

It was a good day...A very good day

Name That Movie

Mother is the name of God on the hearts and lips of children...

Talk about Irony

Holy Shit you want to talk about irony...I could be wrong, but judging by his hat, this guy just ain't gonna make it!!!!

I f'ing love this joke

WHY YOU NEVER QUESTION A DRUNK

A woman was shopping at her local supermarket where she selected:

A half-gallon of 2% milk,

A carton of eggs,

A quart of orange juice,

A head of romaine lettuce,

A 2 lb. can of coffee,

And a 1 lb. package of bacon.

As she was unloading her items on the conveyor belt to check out, a drunk standing behind her watched as she placed the items in front of the cashier.

While the cashier was ringing up her purchases, the drunk calmly Stated,

"You must be single."

The woman was a bit startled by this proclamation, but she was intrigued By the derelict's intuition, since she was indeed single. She looked at her six items on the belt and saw nothing particularly unusual about her selections that could have tipped off the drunk to her marital status.

Curiosity getting the better of her, she said "Well, you know what, you're absolutely correct. But how on earth did you know that?"

The drunk replied, "Cause you're ugly".

Virginia Tech

I just read about the Virginia Tech shooting. It appears that classes were canceled via E-mail. Part of me is shocked that that was all they did, but then I realized that there isn't a better way to announce this on a spread out campus...

Another fork in the road (Part 2)

I lie awake with a deep restlessness, I was anxiously awaiting his return...I knew he wanted his answer and I wanted this over with, once and for all. I had wasted so many waking hours second guessing myself and trying to decide on what path I would find my destiny. As sleep was desperately beckoning me, I slowly succumbed to it.

With the subtly of a freight train I was jarred from my rest by his untimely arrived. In that cynical tone he began his prodding...“What are you doing, going to sleep?"..."Taking the easy way again I see, that’s just like you.” My mind was filled with delirium from my lack of sleep, so I simply stated “I have your answer, or is it my answer? Either way I have it.” Excitedly he replied “It OUR answer and OUR problem, so leave your little identity crisis for another day…What have you chosen? I can’t wait to move on…” Defiantly the answer left my lips, and stung with the poison I wanted it to, “I have decided to stay exactly where I am, on the the very path I chose for myself along time ago.” Viciously and with the feel of disdain, he screamed at me so loud I thought he might wake Pep or the kids. “NO, YOU HAVE NOT FOOL! YOU HAVE SAT IDEALLY WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO MAKE THE DECISION FOR YOU!!!" I replied sternly "Lower your voice, no one can hear you but me and I will not tolerate rudeness from anyone" then in almost a whisper "I have chosen to remain on the path, that was made by me, and me alone." I know he is disappointed as he grows quite, his words taking on the tone of a broken man..."how could you do this to me...I have waited far to long for you to just sit here forever." I begin to approach him as if he is an angry child, and I realize he is.

"We have sat no where for all these years. What I have done is cut my own path between the two roads society set before us. We have never truly fit on either, We live for the moment and enjoy it to it's fullest potential, and that is when I walk parallel to that path. But anyone who doesn't remember his past as opposed to dwelling in it, is destined to repeat it...Now leave me alone, I need some sleep I've got to train for South Carolina...and the fish tank leaks

Another fork in the road (Part 1)

As some would say, I leisurely stroll along the path of life, yet I am continually presented w/ choices, forks in the road if you will. Not unlike yourselves, but while lying in bed last night I hear a voice that startled me. A voice I had not heard from in a long time a voice I knew all to well, and it asked me a simple question;

“We have been at this fork for far too long. What will you choose, a life of happiness or a life of meaning???” sluggishly I respond “WHAT, who is that???”
“You know who it is dumb ass, just answer the question, happiness or meaning?” And in my heart I know who it is but I don’t want to do this now. So with heavy eyes and a cloudy mind I respond meekly “Not this, not now, Pleeeaaase. I’m tired and I want to go to sleep” Then voice growls at me with a growing sense of impatient “Stop whining, we are at an impasse and need to move forward or we will wither and die here” “Why?!?!?!?! I’m in a comfortable place, and I like it.” But even more annoyed the voice rings back “That’s the problem, your comfortable and content with mediocrity and being miserable, NOW WHICH WILL IT BE??” So with the taste of defiance on my tongue I spout back “Fine I choose both.” quickly and with out a moments hesitation “You can’t…”

I am quite taken by this, and now I must ask the simple but poignant question “Why?!?!?!” The silence is deafening and seems to take forever but I know this answer is going to break me. So I humbly say "I want to have both…I need to have both, why cant I have it my way?" Then with a hint of sarcasm as he begins the diatribe “It can’t be done…it is two very different paths. To be absolutely happy you must live absolutely in the present. No thought of what has gone before and no thought of what lies ahead! But a life with meaning, a man is condemned to wallow in the past and obsess with the future…Now you must choose or we will be stuck in this limbo forever”.

I lay there and think for what seems an eternity, left with only my thoughts and a sense of self imposed need to decide. Finally I call out, nervous and unsure of the answer I will get. Like a child asking permission for the first time to go to an all night party “I need time to ponder upon this”. Dissatisfied and disgusted he tells me “You have had a life time to think about this…just make a decision and live with the consequences”...“I know but I need more time, there is more at stake now than just me, what about my wife my children it impacts the people who I love most"

Slowly I hear the sound of his impatient breathing subside and my own terrified heartbeat begin to slow. I know he is gone for now, displeased with my inability to decide the path I should choose and disheartened the years it has taken me to make it...Slowly my eyes grow heavy and the sleep takes me, I am lucky that I am incapable of dreams so this daunting question can not invade my slumber. But it will occupy my every waking moment until I can decide…

The Proper way to pronounce Oklahoma

The Proper way to pronounce Oklahoma is

Okla ... Homa

There is a pause between the A and H

Name that movie

1. Fuck a lotta women, kid, I have no reason to lie to you. Not just one, a lotta women.
2. Okay, dad, I think we get it.
1. Are you getting it? Is it going in anywhere? No, don't show me the pad. I don't wanna see the fucking pad.

Eye Candy

Just to keep you all coming back...A little eye candy for the men and the Ladies, and she's not bad either

Babel Review

My brief Synopsis: While on a trip to the Moroccan dessert, two American tourist find themselves in a struggle to survive and accidental shooting that sets in motion a change of events that link two Moroccan boys involved in an accidental crime, a nanny illegally crossing into Mexico with two American children and a Japanese teen rebel whose father is sought by the police in Tokyo.

My Review: First and foremost who the fuck vacations in the Moroccan dessert. I don't care what has transpired in your life that you might so desperately need to get away from, stay away from third world countries, plain and simple. Now that I got that out, Babel has great expectations for itself: Inarritu invites us to get past the babble of modern civilization and start listening to each other, which seems like such a novel concept we all should practice but usually don't. It wants to be a movie about big ideas and big emotions at the same time, it is aided by gorgeous locations and stunning cinematography, and it succeeds for the most part. The most impressive performances were not by Brad Pitt or Cate Blanchett but by Adriana Barraza (Amelia) and Rinko Kikuchi (Chieko)...Kikuchi performance is stunning, without speaking a single work she puts on one of the best performances of the film. Is this a must see, unfortunatly for all the hype and Oscar talk...Not really.

Kong gives Babel 2.5 wing out of 5

Wingette of the day...

Wing Kong Reviews....Little Miss Sunshine

Here is the preface, trust me it won't ruin anything for you:

The doofus dad wants to be Tony Robbins. The long-suffering mom wishes he'd put away his pipe dreams and be there for the family. The sullen son has taken a vow of silence. The ungainly daughter wants to be a beauty queen. The grandfather snorts heroin. Mom's brother — the gay American Proust scholar — just tried to kill himself. Put these people together in VW Microbus, and you'd think you'd have a recipe for disaster —

My Review

This is was one of the best movies I've watched in quite some time. Not often do a group of charters come together to make a whole that just rings true every step of the way. Don't be mislead by the title this is a film loaded w/ dark humor, along the lines of "The Ice Harvest". It is a wonderful mix of obscure circumstances that bring this dysfunctional family together. It is overflowing w/ such a sick sense of humor that doesn't force the moral of the story on you, it weaves it together to make it's point. For me it proved that family is a heck of a lot like the film's VW bus: It may be clunky, it may not always run right, but everyone will be OK so long as we all get together and push.

Kong gives it 4.5 wings out of 5....a must see

Literally or Figuratively

So I was driving into work this morning, and this dick in a truck pulls out in front of me........

The biggest mistake anyone can make

I have found the biggest mistake most people can make is:

"Never Mistake Kindness for Weakness"

How Did I Get Here

How Did I Get Here??? The Talking Heads posed this exact question and I love this question. We all ask this exact question of ourselves at different points in our lives...

When we were children it was when we were lost, either in the woods or the shopping center it just depends on where you grew up. Suddenly nothing was familiar around you and panic set in...No familiar landmarks, no familiar faces. Then it hit like you like a ton of bricks, where is my mom!?!?! Later in life we developed the survival skills to make it out of the wood or the social skills to ask for help and not to panic.

When we were in Collage or there about that age, for some earlier in life for some later. The question then arose when you were so drunk you had no idea when or where you were. This was usually followed by lots of puking and even a trip to the ER if you were lucky. The worst case of how did I get here during this time in life is waking up in a strange bed w/ no clue how we got there or where we are and who we are with...But for most of us we grow out of this and realize to drink to a point where we'll at least remember most of the things we did.

Last night I hit this point when I ask myself how did I get here...Wife, Kids, Cats, Dogs, Job, Mortgage, Car Payments, Laundry, dishes...You name it, most of us have it in varying degrees. So I literally laid in bed for about an hour thinking that exact question, "How did I get here?" I'll tell you how, I fought and clawed for everything, fell on my face but got back up, Sometimes I succeeded but usually I failed the first, second and even the third time. I've had more taken away from me than handed to me. I've lost more loved ones than I've gained. In the end would I trade one of these instances for an easier path to get here??? No not one, they make me who I am, these are the pressures of life that forged upon me to make me the diamond (so to speak) that I am....

All of our stories are different of how we got here, but if you step back and look we are all a lot better off for choosing or being thrust upon the path we walk...take a minute to see what you have not what you don't and think of the scarifies it took to get them, them seem so much more precious

A typical trip to Best Buy...

A friend we will call her T-Bone, texted me w/ a question, "What do I need to go wireless in my house"??? We text back and forth and decide I will go w/ her to Best Buy. We get there and the questions begin. What do i need, will this work w/ what I have, do I need to buy anything extra??? All good questions...But then like the A-Bomb comes the big one
"How do you know this, should we ask someone?!?!?!?".
"I do this for a living, remember you called me and asked me how to set it up" I reply calmly.
"But how do you know it will work??"
"Because I'm a professional and have been doing IT for almost eight years now."
"What if it doesn't work????"
"Look would you second guess your doctor or mechanic???" A long period of Silence...
"Now shut up and go pay for this, and buy me a soda..."

Let it snow...

Snow days don't seem to hold the same value they used to...Why you ask. Its simple there are no snow days for adults...Unless your a teacher or work for a company that doesn't work 24x7. It used to be when those snow flakes fell there was that feeling of I get a day to sled or throw snowballs or do what ever I wanted...Now it's who is going to cover the kids snow day or who's going to cover the 2 hour delay...I really think we all need to step back and enjoy the day for what it.really is..a free day to have fun and be a kid with your Kids again. Who cares if you have work it'll still be there when you get back. I say snow days are national holidays...A everybody leave me the hell alone I'm going sledding w/ Peaches and Snowboarding w/ Peanut day...And I'm staying until they are tired and there little fingers and toes are to cold to do it anymore...Then I'm making some hot Chocolate and Warming up so we can do it again....If you need me leave a message or send me an email. I'm sure I'll be in touch in a day or so...

Night at the Museum...Gets 3.5 out of 5 Wings

I have to say I was reluctant to see this movie, not because it's more or less a children's movie, I love most kids movies. it was because of the cast involved, I somewhat like Ben Stiller but he gets repetitive like Jim Carey has. Owen Wilson is above average, but I will say this, if you get the chance to see only one of his movies this year hands down it has to be "Bottle Rocket". I was hoping Robin Williams would be it's saving grace. But Back to the "Night at the Museum" I have to say I was pleasantly surprised. I took the whole family including my 3 year old and Steakbellies youngest son. We all had a great time. It was funny on an adult level and the children's which I always think makes a great family movie. The little jabs that fly right over the kids heads but allow me to giggle to myself. On my new grading system of 1-5 wings this gets a 4...If you have kids and want a good laugh I suggest you check it out.

What's with the Repoman sound track?!?!?!

Some jokes are good enough to last years, this many not be one of them but after the Hal incident in Florida it may just have to....

Can You Name the Movie

Two lines from this movie, If you haven't seen it I suggest you do

Sarcasm is anger's ugly cousin

or

1:I SAID OVER EASY!! Now why did I do that?

2:Because I refused to spoon with you last night

Hannibal Rising?!?!?!?!

I've been an enormous fan of the Hannibal Lecter series since Silence of the Lambs. And when I heard Hannibal Rising was coming out I was excited, finally what made this monster I loved so, tick. After reading about a hundred pages I have to say I haven't been this disappointed since I read Congo. Don't waste your time...I will finish the book because I hope in my heart of hearts it will get better. I don't need the greatest monster of all to be a sadistic war hero...I won't ruin anymore for anyone else. I will however give my final critique and synopsis when and if I can finish this poor excuse of a book...

Natural vs. Silicone

The debate rages over Natural vs. Silicone...Where the debate rages i have no idea except my own head...When we were waiting for out float to go out we had what I felt one of the most beautiful "dancers" in the place (brunette far right). It came up in conversation that she wanted to get some breast augmentation. I told her she was crazy, I loved the way she looked and should change nothing. I got a few funny looks from the other "enhanced" ladies involved in the conversation. Then it seems Gina said what did I have against implants??? I said nothing but I thought she looked great and I heard they felt fake. With out hesitation the robe was slipped aside from each breast and the top was set askew to reveal quite large and beautiful breast. Followed by go ahead feel them. With a slight amount of the marital guilt I passed. But she insisted and I quickly figured out the odds in my head of when this situation might come up again in my life. So I quickly and hesitantly took feel, she was right they felt real as natural...

So the debate still rages on Real vs. Implants???? I'm sticking w/ Natural but am always open for discussing it again...

Word has it

My entourage was once referred to as "morally casual" by another eater who could not participate this year...I don't agree, but there might be a grain of truth. I'll leave that to you the readers. What I do know is, it seems a certain member of my entourage who shall remain nameless, was escorted from the Wachovia Center after an incident. Seems this someone was performing a certain oral act in a Club Box after her body guard was involved in an altercation on the floor during the Float precession...I was appalled, but not for the reasons you might think. It was simply that I couldn't watch...See I love woman in all shapes and sizes and to see said person going "down" on another woman would have been a wonderful thing to witness. I mean hell most of us surf the web or rent and buy movies to see it. But to see it live would have been nice...

Maybe next year...

4 short

Well it's over and as far as fun and excitement for all my friends and fans of Wing Bowl it may have been a success. But I felt slighted, not by the ladies, they were all beautiful and revealing as I would expect. Not by the attendees, they were there typical supportive and revealing selves. Not by the after party, we had a phenomenal time, good friends and lots of beer. I got to hang out w/ a few of the eater I normally don't get to and it was nice just to bullshit w/ them. Not talking about training techniques or what contest was next, but what they do outside of eating. It was nice, there are a lot of really great eater that are even better people.

So why am I disappointed, it's all in myself, I thought I ate well and obviously I didn't, I ate 70 but was counted for 69, The cut off for the second round was 73. The ratio was spectacular after speaking w/ other eaters and I should count my blessing that I didn't get judged like Chip, Bob, Joey, Rich or Sony. I might have only had 20 counted. Crazy legs had said to be before hand "a good bite takes just as long as a bad one", and I kind of took that to heart, maybe to much so, to no fault of Crazy legs, it was great advice. I was almost to anal about how clean they were. It was disappointing, I make no excuses about things that happened during the week of. I was rested and felt good. I just F'ed up I had to stop to clear twice and dropped 3 wings that I chased like a jackass around the table like the "blind beast".

Will I be back for next year??? Of coarse I will, I won't stop until i make the final table. Besides how do you say no to these fine ladies....I don't think you can.

par for the coarse

I'm sick...nuff said. I haven't eaten since Saturday night at the wing bowl send off for Steakbellie and I. There is truly no words to express the disappointment, frustration and sheer annoyance for the whole situation right now. How does this happen, I get a second chance on the big stage to show I can hang w/ the big boys, and I can't even keep a glass of water down...I'm down 10 pounds in 72 hours, I simply can't imagine how small my stomach has gotten...

WingBowl XV Video

Well it's finally done....Hope you all enjoy it

Yes, I am a sore loser

AND a child about losing to Philly

But F#*k it...