Wednesday, May 4th, 6:21pm
Only 6 more days until STARBUCKS DAY!!! Yes, for those who keep inquiring about what I mean, let me repeat: "Starbucks gets it's own day!" People keep asking me why on earth Starbucks should have it's own holiday, and all I have to say to that is "they said the same thing about Baby Jesus!" This time it's STARBUCKS DAY!!! Nope, it's not an international celebration. No, it's not a national celebration. It's not even a local celebration. It's my own personal celebration of all the great things about Starbucks.
May 10th marks the one year anniversary of a challenge I accepted from a friend, and a quest I began to "open my eyes" to the wonderful world of small local coffee houses. Having lived in the northwest my whole life, and Seattle proper for almost 10 years now, I, like many, have spent far too much time enjoying the Starbucks phenomenon. So I've spent the entire year in protest of Starbucks gigantic corporate budget, which allows it to walk into any neighborhood and squeeze out the competition.
The contest, made with a friend, was actually to see who could last the longest without purchasing from Starbucks. There were some exceptions to the rule, such as when there is quite literally 'no other option,' like closed events where only Starbucks coffee was to be served. Or faraway cities where there could be no reasonable alternative for good coffee. Yeah, it gave us some 'outs' but not very big ones.
To my dismay, some people seemed to speculate that I couldn't last at such a challenge, and I think that rumour and gossip got the best of this challenge. These kinds of things can make you so mad! When people make up stories, or believe what they want to believe. I had been accused of breaking with my coffee protest to get a quick Starbucks fix at a local shop. But fortunately I had not actually done so. I could only think that maybe someone saw me go into a Starbucks with a friend and somehow stretched their story further into something much worse.
It was very upsetting to learn about this in the 11th month of not having starbucks! The challenge has been abandoned, and all that remains is my own commitment to myself, to make it one full year without starbucks. It has been an interesting ride, and it was very hard at first. And not a day has gone by that I didn't think about Starbucks at least a little. Remembering the distinct flavor of their signature Double-Shot Mocha. Ohhhh, the best part of it all is that I've found my own new coffee shops, that I will continue to go to instead of starbucks. I may never have found some of these other coffee shops if I had just continued the way things were before. I've changed a little, and I'm probably better for this little 'coffee quest.' But I'm done with it!
I'm no longer protesting Starbucks giant corporate power. I see that there are things to be celebrated about a giant local company and what they have done for our region. There are many things to love about Starbucks, and I miss them dearly. So, come out with me on May 10th, all espresso drinks are on me that day! Starbucks Day will be here at last, and I can return to the freedom of choosing ANY coffee shop that's out there, not just NON-starbucks stores.
Monday, April 18th, 3:35pm
Hiram M. Chittendon
Today was a nice day for lunch at the Locks. You actually have to bring your own supplies, but that's easy enough with a quick stop at the grocery store, or the local Subway, Quiznos, or my favorite: The Other Coast Cafe (100 times better than Quiznos and Subway combined!)
It was relatively quiet down at the locks, a nice peaceful place to get away, be alone, or have quiet conversation with a friend. And when the sun is shining like it is today, you can't go wrong. The gardens are kept nice and the grass is cut short so it's nice and comfortable and pleasing to all the senses. But look out, you might have to share some space with the local wildlife (squirrels, birds, seagulls, etc.) who seem ever so anxious for you to drop some pieces of your sandwich onto the ground.
One particular gull was a little more obnoxious than the rest. He located me almost immediately and found a perch on the ground just in front of me. He planted his feet and wasn't going anywhere, but after a few shreds of lettuce and a big chunk of roast beef fell to the ground beside me, I was determined not to give this gull any satisfaction. I was, however, equally determined not to pick the scraps back up, since I had brought no receptacle in which to place them. So the staredown began... Mr. Gull paced in front of me looking for some way to inch closer without being too suspicious, but I was onto him and moved even closer to what I had dropped. Then he went around the other way, to my left side, where he thought he might find a better view of the situation. Maybe he was trying to pressure me to move again, but I just sat there and smiled at him. After a while he returned to the spot directly in front of me where he sat originally, looking ever so much like a poor beggar on the street, staring at me impudently as if I somehow owed him a share of my daily earnings.
After about 15 minutes of fooling around with me, he seemed to realize he wasn't getting anywhere, so he started poking around at the ground. Wow, a worm! See, that guy wasn't helpless after all. He found himself a massive nightcrawler, but obviously his appetite was not yet quenched because he went back to watching me incessantly.
And then it happened. The little rascal got a taste of his own medicine. After just a few moments, a big black horse-fly flew right down onto his back, looking for a meal of its own. Mr. Gull tried his best to ignore the little fly, but soon got annoyed and shook it off. But the fly came right back at him, as if to say, "Hey, come on, you owe it to me, Bird!" After a couple more shakes, Mr. Gull looked as if he had experienced an epiphany, and he turned all his attention directly toward catching the fly. Perhaps he realized just how tasty of a snack the large horse-fly might actually turn out to be. So he went to work trying to outsmart the fly, but somehow the zippy little fly was able to stay one step ahead. The fly was just tempting fate but ultimately got fed up with the situation and buzzed off, never to be heard from again. The poor gull looked terribly unhappy that he never caught his prey.
The battle between the fly and the gull lasted for all of five minutes, but I was somehow pleased to see that even Mr. Gull could be pestered by some smaller nuissance who clearly deserved a piece of Mr. Gull's bounty just as much as Mr. Gull deserved a piece of mine. I couldn't help but wonder what I might have looked like had I been chasing him around like a giant piece of rich, moist, wonderful, Black Forest cake with wings.
So flustered by the incident, Mr. Gull seemed to forget all about me. He flew off to find some other way to make a living, probably by trying the same tactics on some other poor soul. I took the opportunity to get up and make my way back home, leaving the scraps behind. Alone, unnoticed, but safe, littering the pretty green rolling embankment that makes up the landscape of the Hiram M. Chittendon Locks.
Thursday, April 14th, 9:30pm
Love Your Volvo
Did I ever tell you how much I love Volvo's? And I love people who drive them too. I've never met a volvo driver I didn't like. Well, at least none that I didn't like at first. Obviously I just loved them because they were cool enough to drive one of the coolest cars on the planet!
Well, here's one more reason to love your next Volvo: http://www.volvocars.us/_Tier2/WhyVolvo/Environment/Reuse.htm
That's right! Your new Volvo may be made from 85% recyclable materials, or if you wait 10 more years, your next volvo will be 95% recyclable (in 2015). Not bad.
Thursday, April 14th, 8:05am
It's been a rough week so far. I was letting my emotions get the best of me, but I just haven't had the time to even think about it this week. It's time to summon the Positive Energy that I need and get out there to fight another round. It's gotten kinda busy at work and I thought my Iron constitution was about to fail me just at the wrong time. My Iron constitution? What a joke. It's probably just luck. What I'm referring to is my ability to stay relatively healthy despite seeing others continue to fall to sickness around me. So far I've only been sick like once in the last two years, and I haven't missed a single day of work due to illness. It just hasn't been necessary. But this week the fates were toying with me. I had a sudden flash 'head cold' right on an important day. Nothing too serious I guess. I can't really give it any credit as an illness because it has barely slowed me down at all. I was just a little scared it might turn into a full-blown day in bed or something like that. But it came at just the wrong time because I had to lend a hand to another location at work, where someone else was (you guessed it) very sick. And I was dreading this situation all week, scared that something dumb might go wrong, and IT DID!!! So going from bad to worse, now I'm a little scared that I might lose my job due to a cash discrepency that didn't need to happen. You're just not allowed to have that kind of thing happen when you're 'in charge.' Hopefully it was just a clerical error of some sort, but I won't find out for quite some time, so I'll just be worried sick until I know.
Well, that was yesterday, so 'Better luck Today,' I hope.
Friday, April 8th, 10:05pm
CONTRACT THIS!
I've never seen a real Portmanteaux. But Frankenwords are for real!!! Nuff Said.
Friday, April 8th, 9:10am
Yesterday was my dad's birthday. I guess he must be about 55 years old now, eh? I don't know why I'm bringing this up now instead of yesterday, but I guess we haven't spoken in quite some time, so I try not to think about it. Things just aren't the same between us anymore and I never really understood why. We used to go to Mariners games together all the time when I was younger, and even up until a few years ago. In fact, this is the first time I can ever remember there wasn't a Mariners game scheduled on my dad's birthday. Somehow or other I always found a way to get tickets to the game on his birthday and usually we would go together, but last year he flat out turned me down, and the year before that he asked me if he could use my tickets to take a friend instead of me. Sure, why not? It's his birthday after all! Baseball was one of the few things we always had in common over the years, and I kinda miss it. I mean, I guess we both probably still enjoy baseball, but it's just not quite the same without the old #1 Dad player jersey on the old man sitting next to ya.
Hope you had a Happy Birthday dad, and I hope you're still enjoying the M's!
Thursday, April 7th, 10:03pm
Welcome back Baseball!
Andrew, David, and Justin
Justin, Mark, and Jody
Doh! There's no Mariner's game today. They've got a day off waiting for Texas to arrive for the next series. Boy oh boy, they sure did look good on opening day at Safeco field, but with two back-to-back losses they lost the series to the Minnesota twins, and it's just doesn't feel the same! I think all of the runs the Mariners have scored so far were brought in by home runs, which is exciting of course, but could be scary in the long run. It's a bit early in the season to be making these kinds of calls, but I think they might need to find a better way to produce runs. Yes, I know, there's nothing better than a home run, but you can't rely on them all the time, people!!!
Oh well, at least I had a great time at the game on Monday. It couldn't have been a more beautiful day for baseball, and I couldn't have had better company to enjoy it with! Kinda strange, a lot of people's parents seemed interested in going to that game. In the end, it was Andrew's dad who actually came along and brought us a big bag of peanuts like he always does. I guess we're all gettin a bit too old for the cracker-jacks.
Thursday, April 7th, 8:45pm
Just a little update from yesterday. I went back and double checked that I had actually edited those old pages and upon reading it, I noticed that it didn't make ANY sense at all to just edit one person's name out and leave all the rest!?!? What was I thinking. So now everyone's names have been altered and the story actually seems a lot funnier. What a relief! =)
Wednesday, April 6th, 6:05am
Hidden in plain sight
I was thinking a bit recently (big shocker!), about the time back when I started my journal, and I realized that maybe I didn't really know it was headed towards becoming a personal forum for public display online. In that regard I've realized that it may not be the best thing to always use certain people's actual names, and that maybe I should be a bit more conscientious about those types of things. I have now removed/changed some of the names so hopefully it doesn't affect anyone personally. If anybody would ever recognize them in the first place, they would surely have known the name only by already having known the stories anyway. I guess I wrote them in a time when I felt that I had nothing to hide. Or more precisely, I felt that people believed that I was always hiding something. They probably still believe it! That's ok. Sometimes the truth is just sitting there in plain sight, and you just have to look a little closer to see it, otherwise it will just go unnoticed until the end of time.
On a different note: It's a beautiful morning! I envy those who so easily wake up this early in the morning. I wish I was out frolicking in nature. It looks like it would be a good morning to take a dip in the lake! But instead I will just admire the dawn from my window.
Sunday, April 3rd, 10:02pm
The Genetic Atheist!
I just saw a poll from Time Magazine that said the following. Of people asked whether they thought the feeling of faith in humans was genetically determined, they responded :
Yes -- 42.0%
No -- 42.0%
Not Sure -- 15.9%
with a 0.1% margin of error. So there you have it folks. An even split. What can be said here? Were the results of this poll genetically pre-determined as well? I guess it's pretty simple, I just don't have any feeling of faith that this poll is entirely accurate or meaningful at all.
Sunday, April 3rd, 6:15pm
Opening Day
Hurray! The Mariners season is upon us (tomorrow @2:05pm), and I'm ready for it! Got the tickets all sorted out for the upcoming season, and I've got my opening day tickets in hand.
But tomorrow is not a good day to start tackling this problem, for it is OPENING DAY for baseball, and there will be much making-of-the-merryness!!! Let the games begin!
Saturday, April 2nd, 8:16am
I'm a little sad, and a little angry at my laptop today! I spent a good amount of time putting my thoughts into text and it somehow just decided to devour each of them, one by one, until eventually it was just too exhausted to take any more. Then without a moments notice, decided to take a long nap and completely discard all that I had divulged! Ohhhhh the pain. I truly love my text editor, but maybe it should have a built in 'save-every-minute-or-so' feature so that doesn't happen again.
It's sad, primarily because I spent a little extra time choosing the right words for my entry, and now they're gone for good. I can't remember a single one of them. Oh sure, I remember the general plot of my own story, but will I ever be able to tell it again? Perhaps I will attempt it again when I feel the right spark.
Tuesday, March 22nd, 8:30pm
Equal Enforcement!
Am I the only one that feels like somehow, no matter how hard I try to behave like a good and decent human being, somehow or another I end up on the wrong side of the law? Are basic laws becoming too strict for the average person to keep up with? I suppose it depends on how well they are enforced. I understand that laws are meant to do good, to create protection for all our good citizens from being infringed upon by others. They set boundaries for us all, so that we do not casually overstep, causing those around us some sort of inconvenience or harm. Sure, it all makes sense. But did you ever notice that sometimes enforcement is slack and nobody seems to mind? Everyone wants to bend the rules a little, and it often doesn't hurt anyone at all. But when is it right to follow the rules to a tee?
Just yesterday I got another parking ticket in this great city of ours, and I'm just not happy about it!. Of course, who doesn't get a little upset when they get caught in the act? But this time, I'm afraid I have to be a little extra angry, because I thought I did everything right. For starters let me point out that I had already paid the city the sum of $5 in parking fees before I even received the $39 ticket. Yes, if you add that up correctly, that will be $44 in all, for one days worth of parking in the big city. How did this ever happen!? There must be some logical explanation.
Well as the story goes, I had made a journey into the heart of downtown Seattle to meet my good friend David for lunch. Of course the city now has these new credit-card parking stations all over the place, where you can purchase specified amounts of parking time to use at stalls around the city. The maximum time allowed is 2 hours for the modest price of $3. Well, lunch never takes two hours, and after we were finished, we decided there was nothing more for us to do in downtown Seattle, so we headed to the U-district for some coffee and atmosphere, where we (I) paid another $2.00 into an old fashioned parking meter for another 2 hours worth of time. Yes, parking is slightly cheaper in the U-district, which doesn't really help my case here, but oh well. Sitting 3 spaces in front of my own was one of those small tricycle inspired parking enforcement vehicles, and not more than ten feet away sitting at a table on the sidewalk, was an officer having his lunch. We happened to pass him on the way to get coffee and I thought he beamed a smile at me, although in retrospect I fear it must have been my imagination.
Of course, at this point everything I had done was perfectly legal. But alas, as with what usually happens, time again got the best of me. I spent longer than I had planned drinking coffee, reading books, and chatting with David about the usual nonsense. But just before the meter was to expire, I caught myself starting to worry, and immediately interrupted David letting him know that we had to leave. Upon packing things up and heading back to my Jeep, we passed the gentleman mentioned earlier. As he headed down the street in the opposite direction, he seemed to have the most insidious grin on his face, which most certainly must have again been part of my imagination. We hurried to the Jeep only to find that we were minutes too late, approximately 4 minutes to be precise. Ohhhh the pain! I have to wonder if he hadn't been sitting there all along, at that table on the sidewalk, just waiting for me to slip up. Or was it mere coincidence that he happened to turn up again at the exact time that my meter expired? I guess he has a better watch than I.
It's moments like these that make me question how these laws are enforced. Is it fair that someone who has tried his best to do everything right, to pay his share of parking fees, and accidentally overstep for mere moments, should be asked to pay such a hefty price? I am certain that there are others who were, at that very moment, lucky to be overlooked, having skipped payment altogether. Or at the very least there were others who were probably parked in a worse fashion, in an illegal parking space, in front of a fire hydrant, too close to a stop sign, or any of the countless other infringements that seem to go unnoticed all the time. Should I even mention that there were at least 5 empty parking spaces around me in the same block? How much of a problem was I really creating for anyone at that time?
I have already stopped thinking about 'how to get out of' the parking ticket. I am now more concerned with equality under the law. I am usually pretty relaxed and tolerant to people who bend the rules a little, when they aren't really hurting anybody. But sadly, now I feel that I am the one who has been wronged by the lack of tolerance in our system. If this is part of Urban life, then I'm afraid I must insist on equal enforcement of these rules for everyone. Surely I cannot be the only one to bear the burden of it all. Neighbors, beware! For you may be next! *evil Grin*
NEWS FLASH: Baby, I'm back!
Monday, March 21st, 3:25pm
Ok, I'm officially BACK! Sorry about that, people. There was a much needed hiatus to be had, and I couldn't pass it up. Well, quite honestly, this gap in my online presence was propagated most certainly by my own self. And so if an apology is to be had, then here I am to offer it for you all. As for an explanation, I have only to say that I have been 'busy' doing other things. In all actuality this is usually the case when it comes to me. When I say 'busy' I generally should mean to say 'Busy, in a manner of speaking.' Busy, doing something, or busy, doing nothing at all. As busy as any other person may or may not be, depending on the circumstances. Maybe I have been just slightly more busy than others, since some of the time I've spent thinking about just how 'busy' I really am. This only makes things worse, however, slowing me down even more and leaving less time for other important things.
Now that I'm back, I shall try my best to keep updating this page in a more prompt and beneficent manner. In fact, having been so 'busy,' I'm sure there must be at least something I can post. Should there have been anything worthy of mention, I most surely would have left it here, if I had not been so 'busy' already. (Yeah Right!)
Q: Are Baby Carriages out of style?
A: I'm afraid so.
I'm not really sure what they call them nowadays, but I think it might be a 'jogger' or 'stroller' or something along those lines. Actual baby carriages went out of style decades ago, but essentially what people use today are modern equivalents with all sorts of neat new bells and whistles.
For example: All-terrain tires for off-roading on trails, and transparent rain poncho's so the kids can still see the light of day while all the beautiful things in the big, bright world go whizzing by at high speeds. Parents today seem to be more aware of the 'fast-paced' world we live in, and probably are trying their best to prepare their children at an early age for all the fun and excitement of modern life.
I wonder what the next step in baby carriage evolution will bring us? Maybe someday in the near future babies will get to ride around on their own personal segways or something.
Comfortable with Knives
Superbowl 39 was today, and so every man woman and child in America was tuned in to a Fox Broadcasting station or one of it's affilliates, to watch the BIG GAME. I was not excluded from this pop culture phenomenon, and neither were most of my friends. In fact, we all
Well now, I didn't even realize how comfortable I have become with knives, until I heard some of my friends show some concern for my well being. "You might wanna be careful with that knife, Justin" or "Maybe you should use a smaller knife, Justin" were two pretty big clues that maybe I wasn't paying attention to what I was doing. It seems strange, why would I ever forget that I was holding a knife? I agree that knives are dangerous and should be treated that way, but I guess I've just become accustomed to them from using them at work or something. I think there is something to be said for a good knife, and the way it makes you feel. A good knife will make you very comfortable with even the hardest carving tasks, and a bad knife, well... a bad knife will really make you pay attention to what you're doing, because otherwise you might not be able to get the results you are looking for. It is probably best if you pay attention to your carving regardless of the quality of knife. You are sure to get the best results that way too (and less likely to get hurt!)
Getting Back on Track
Ok, it's about time I try to get back in the habit of posting something on this site. So much has happened in the past few months, I don't even know where to start. Instead of trying to rehash it all right now, I think I'll just start from right now, and let those old stories pop in whenever I feel the need. Here's to the future: Compai!!!
Very Old News: Comcast shuts me down again! The vicious cycle never ends.
I lost my internet access this weekend, which makes life a bit complicated. I just wanted to post a note in case anyone is trying to contact me via email or instant messenger. I'm still available by phone, and eventually I will have this all sorted out and be back online. Thanks for understanding. =)
Wednesday, October 13th, 3:30pm
FDA APPROVES MICROCHIP IMLANTS IN HUMANS
As much as I've been departing from the theme of my old website (microchipbrain.com), occasionally something comes up that brings it back to my attention. Yes, the age-old (childhood) dream of being able to implant a microchip into your brain that stored useful data, like Merriam-Websters complete unabridged dictionary available to you at all times instantly, or the entire 28 volumes of the Encyclopedia Britannica. Wow wouldn't that be something? Well, I'm all grown up now and I'm not sure I feel the same way about it
There is some interesting, albeit controversial, news today in the realm of microchip implants. The Food and Drug Administration has just approved the use of implantable data microchips in some patients for medical use in the United States. This is the first time such technology has been allowed for use on humans (within the United States). In some other regions of the world there have been some non-medical uses of this technology, such as in Mexico and Spain. (Note to self: Remember to order that implant that helps you understand Spanish.)
This is going to raise all sorts of concerns in
Here's the current story: http://www.cnn.com/2004/HEALTH/10/13/fda.implant.chip.ap/index.html
UPDATE: October 14th, 8:53pm
Well, I hoped to hear some reaction from the Electronic Frontier Foundation and/or the American Civil Liberties Union in light of the recent decision by the FDA. It's disappointing not to find anything yet. I hope they haven't somehow overlooked this important news. I did manage to dig up some related materials from earlier this year:
ACLU - Statement to the House Committee on Energy and Commerce"
- Definitely worth the read.
CNN - Update - Privacy advocates appear concerned
- although the article says absolutely nothing about their concerns.
RNU - National ID Card and Driver's Licenses
- Homeland Security allowed to dictate Driver's License Standards
ACLU - Virginia Legislators consider putting RFID's in Driver's Licenses
- Not in your body, but your wallet nonetheless.
Sunday, September 10th, 11:51pm
SPACE RACE OVER, X-Prize claimed
With all this media coverage of the race to outer space and the Ansari X Prize, space exploration seems to be on everyone's mind. Articles are popping up all over the place with related (or semi-related) information. Well, apparently there was a space program in development in England as early as the 17th century. Here's the most interesting story this week: http://news.independent.co.uk/uk/this_britain/story.jsp?story=570495
ANSARI X-PRIZE CLAIMED AT LAST
Burt Rutan with his team of Engineers and Test Pilots succesfully launched their experimental Space Craft, the "SpaceShipOne," for the second time this week. With this amazing achievement they have proved that their design can reach sub-orbital Outer Space and return to earth safely with passengers and be re-used for more missions in the future. This is an amazing achievement, not only for commercial interests, but for all of man-kind, to finally have a non-government (albeit slightly haphazard) special interest group break out of the Stratosphere. This represents an infinite number of future possibilities for manned space-flight and exploration.
Virgin Group, UK, has already licensed the technology behind the prototype "SpaceShipOne" and plan to launch a new venture called Virgin Galactic, which will offer commercial space-flights to paying passengers allegedly within the next 3 years. Speculators have estimated that the cost of the average space-flight will be around $208,000 per person.
Related information from my journal: First Commercial Astronaut
MARINERS ---- Bob Melvin Fired
Monday, October 4th, 10:40am
I guess I'm not the only one who thought Bob Melvin was making terrible calls.
Check it out: http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/baseball/193676_melvin04ww.html
Sunday, October 3rd, 6:40pm
Ichiro just finished setting his newest record: Most hits in a single Season with 262 hits. And I was there to see it! The record was previously held by George Sissler with 257 hits in 1920. This is an amazing achievement for Ichiro, as he just seems to get better and better each year he plays.
While I'm in this wonderful mood, just let me voice one other complaint about the Mariners this year. Who's calling the shots out there, Bob Melvin? Since when is it ok to TAKE A PLAYER OUT of the game on the FINAL DAY of the season, when he's setting a new record with every at bat? Ok, so Ichiro made it to 262, and the mariners were down 3 runs in the 9th inning, but is that any reason to take him out and replace him with Hiram Bocachica? So the rookies out there might have a slim chance of getting the game to extra innings, but how embarrasing would it be if Bocachica actually had a chance to bat? I mean, Ichiro was only 6 at-bats away from having another swing at the record. Alas, that embarrasment never came for Bob Melvin, but how DISHONORABLE it must seem to Ichiro, to every baseball player who ever chased a record. Imagine the upset of every Japanese fan, every American fan, every fan around the world! Am I the only one that noticed them take him out of the game so some rookies could get a little extra playing time this season? Oh well, I guess 262 is a nice round number anyway.
Wednesday, September 22, 12:00am
Hey, I just found out that some people may have started poking their nose into my little webspace here, and I just wanted to note that it's far from being fully operational. With that being said, welcome to the fun. I will try to keep it updated as often as possible even while I'm site-building so check back often and see what's new. =)
Journal Highlight:
Friday, September 24th, 10:05am
Just about to sink a 23 foot putt. Aww yeah!
We did it! Almost. My team scored 5 over par yesterday on the Maplewood Golf Course. 18 holes of pure bliss. Well, it was fun anyway, I felt kinda like the caddy all day the way I was playing, not to mention I think I carried most of the weight since my golf-bag has a cooler compartment for all the beer. That stuff is heavy, boys, so better start drinking (@10am). This tournament was no piece of cake for my team, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. We had the amateur 'Dream Team' going for us really. Terry, Pia, Dave, and myself.
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