Monday, July 13, 2009
Cleveland, the beastie boys and spanish
Daddy was not looking forward to traveling by bus to Cleveland with the degenerative team mates. But the trip was not bad at all. The team was overly occupied with what PSP games were brought, the underarmour everyone else was wearing and what their girlfriends looked like (yes they came on the bus). That left me out of most of the latest sex jokes and the endless texting back and forth to each other. I had a farewell to arms which I didn’t dare attempt to read and so I skipped my usual mp3 selections and went with old school dribble (run DMC, and the beastie boys (of all things)) I have a combination of head bobbing and laughing..
We got there and I was in love. The cities architecture (who knew?)was easy on the eyes. We all broke up to get something to eat and I darted down a side street and found mi pueblo. It was satisfying to sit at the bar window and see the rest of the team continue past to ….quiznos. I talked to an old guy at the bar and used my Spanish which I love to torture whenever possible.. A few coronas later and I was ready to kcik someee cincintttii foobal hiinnneee…… Seriously I only had two.
Game time and I got taped up. I was sooo close to blocking a punt which was great..it forced them to turnover possession and give us a good field position. Brandons knee will need surgery after he got rocked on a kickoff. Not good.
The trip back was nasty. Nuff said.