you were my boy blue!

well it was a bittersweet weekend.

i started things off leaving friday night through some HELLACIOUS weather to go to Ft. Walton for my mom's family reunion. on the way i called to find out their room number and found out my family dog Trouble had died earlier that day. he was about 17 so his days had been long and fruitful. he wasn't in any serious pain but had bad arthritis. for a dog his age he was in pretty good shape. my mom said she just let him outside that morning and found him dead under his favorite shady spot in the back yard. you could only wish we all died so peacefully.

ft. walton was nice. i got to see a cousin of mine i had not seen for nearly 10 years and his now 4 yr old son julian. they live on a remote island in hawaii in a grass hut. i can not stress to you how literal i am being when i say that. it is a pretty enviable life though i must admit other than the 10 dollars a gallon for milk.

i left the beach and headed back home late sat. night b/c i had my ultimate tourny at 9 am sund. morning. i was not prepared. we played 3 games in the morning from 9 til 1:30ish then broke for lunch. we lost 2 and won 1 during our first portion. not so hot. we ate lunch at an awesome lebonese spot called mona's for lunch then hit the fields at 4 for the last 3 games. all in all, we basically sucked. we have some awesome players and some weak links. i brought my D game (defense) and shut down any chance of deep threats. made some nice interceptions and blocks however i threw a couple away on offense. we were flustered since things just couldn't come together with a few of the players.

every game we lost was pretty close though. story of our season. basically we would work to tie it up or get a lead and then it would get blown. anyways, short story long after a day of ultimate we all went to get trashed on free beer at St. Roch's Tavern. I was already sailing my ship out to sea since we were out of the tournament by late afternoon and i began drinking asap. i ended up eating bbq chicken pizza (first chicken in about 3 years i guess) which gave me some glorious poopage the next day.

all in all, it was an awesome time. my team while lacking in wins, brings a serious lush factor to the table. we always had a good time. im already buying new cleats for the fall league and plan to blow this shit wide open.

this time next year i will have a 60 yard hammer throw with laser guided precision.