Devastating

As I sat in this very spot yesterday writing my predictions for the rest of the MLB season, I quickly flashed to ESPN.com to check my "Streak for the Cash" status...I never got to check it because my attention was immediately drawn to one line...Report: Ramirez and Ortiz test positive in 2003. Heartbroken, crushed, devastated. I couldn't muster the energy to even read the story, I just went back to the blog. I can't say I'm surprised, after all, David Ortiz was a nobody on the Minnesota Twins; in his six seasons in the Great White North, the most home runs he hit was 20. Flash forward to 2003 and he's blasting bombs onto Landsdowne Street like it's a softball game. He instantly became what we always wanted Mo Vaughn to be.

A few weeks ago, I blogged that I didn't much care anymore who tested positive for PED's, I just want to enjoy the game for what it is. Permit me to change that statement...I only care when it's my guy. And in this case, my guy was a Boston hero. Some in Beantown said his popularity was reaching that of Larry Legend, The Splendid Splinter and Ray Bourque. He, more than Johnny, Pedro, Tek, Manny or Schilling, symbolized that 2004 championship team. His big smile, his late-inning heroics, his seemingly always care free nature. He was what the Red Sox have always been about, the long ball...who the hell knows if the man could even field a ground ball, he could smash a belt-high fastball clean into the night and that's all that matter.

I'm glad my grandfather isn't around for this...sure, he'd probably shrug it off like most anything else the Red Sox did wrong, though deep down inside it would tear at his insides. He invested so much time into this team, bringing his family year in and year out to New Britain, Pawtucket and of course, Fenway. That week of the Yankees series back in 2004, he should not have still been alive, he never should have made it that far. But one team and the play of one man, Big Papi, kept his heart beating. I have such fond memories of those days...surrounded by Yankee fans in a dark dorm room, staying up till 1am, no women in sight...just the boys, some beers and playoff baseball. When it was all over, for once, I was not the one locking myself in my room...I called my grandfather and simply said, "We did it." It was a total team effort, but the catalyst was that big friendly giant with the great smile.

Are the championships tainted...I don't know, all MLB championships, records and statistics these days seem to come with some kind of asterisk. What I do know is this...on Monday of this week, I stationed myself on Van Ness Street right outside Fenway to catch the players coming into the ballpark. I sat for an hour in the hopes of seeing one man in particular...suddenly a white Volvo SUV drives by and one of the hundreds of people there with me, screams "He's in the back." When the truck stopped, out came the real-life Shrek...jeans, black shirt, shades and that smile...looking every bit the man that catapulted this historic franchise to greatness. I must admit, I now feel somewhat dirty cheering as loudly as I did when I saw him.

The whole story remains to be told, but this much is certain, when I hear "David Ortiz," I get that feeling, you know the feeling when you first see that picture of your ex-girlfriend with another guy...it takes a while to get used to, it hurts a bit, it stings, it takes your breath away for a second until you relax and realize that this is real life.

Big Papi, I still love you; it will just take me a while to relax and realize that this is real life.

Quick Hits
My condolences to the family of long-time Eagles Defensive Coordinator Jim Johnson...any Giant fan will tell you that nothing besides a seemingly-harmless screen pass to Brian Westbrook struck fear in the hearts of the Big Blue Faithful quite like one of those exotic, bring every single player including the beer guy blitzes that Johnson was famous for.

RIP JJ, the NFC East will miss you!

The Dog Days of Summer

As we rapidly approach those brutal, hazy, humid days of late summer, our heroes of the diamond begin their assent to October glory. Let's have a look at where we stand now and how I think we'll finish up:

AL East: Simply put...professional sports' most brutal division (I give it a slight, I mean very slight edge over the NFC East). Sawx, Yanks and Rays will battle to end...I hear many calling for the Rays to revive their magic of a year ago, but I just don't see it, you only strike gold once. I'm going old reliable....Sox, Yanks...one's got the division, one has the wild card...I'll let the Bronx Bombers come out of top, but everyone over at Stan's Sports Bar better realize that the pitching staff as presently constituted ain't gonna cut it! (At this very moment in time, Mike is calling me because word just broke that Big Papi and Manny tested positive in 2003, yes Mike, I know! Are we really that surprised?....I am not answering his phone call though because I don't want to hear how we needed roids to break an 86-year old curse...ARod, Giambi, the list goes on....everyone did it, everything has an asterisk...I'll bet my walking boot, players on the Cardinals team we beat were doing it too!!!) Anyway.....the Beantowners have more pitchers than The Beechmont! Oh, and Halladay stays put....too much for any one team to give up to get him.

AL Central: A not so big step beneath the AL East in terms of brutality...Tigers, Twins and Ozzie's Bunch separated by only 3 games....no chance anyone here steals the Wild Card, but one hell of a race for the division it will be. I like the Twins here...constantly underrated, but always find a way to sneak in...outhit and outscore the other two squads. I got 7-2 odds, Ozzie goes ballistic on someone in his own dugout before season's end. And how about a hand for Mark Buehrle...hell of a week my friend....quick trivia here for you 501 fans....umpire Eric Cooper was behind the plate for both of Buehrle's no hitters...Stump the Schwab kids!!!!

AL West: With Oakland out to pasture, the division is somewhat close with the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim South of San Francisco and North of San Diego lead the Rangers and the surprising Mariners. I'm going to go out on a limb here and say the Rangers sneak up and catch the Angels...no reason in particular, just a feeling.

NL East: No one catches the Fighting Phils, especially now with the addition of Cliff Lee...The Metropolitans are an abject disgrace and are better served taking their side show to the Iona College wiffleball league (hey Cips, you have a new team!).

NL Central: Quite the race we have brewing here as well....I do not believe the Wild Card will come from here because the teams just simply beat each other up too much. My heart says the Cubbies, but my mind says the Cards. Sorry North Siders.....there's always next year!

NL West: No one catches Mannywood and despite an incredible rotation of young fireballers, the Giants lose out of the wild card to the Rockies....check the stats my friends, San Fran is 10 games under .500 on the road, Colorado has a winning record.

So here is how we stand heading into the playoffs:

American League: Yankees, Twins, Rangers, Red Sox (WC)

National League: Phillies, Cardinals, Dodgers, Rockies (WC)

Divisonal Series:

Twins over Yankees in 6

Red Sox over Rangers in 6

Cardinals over Dodgers in 7

Phillies over Rockies in 6

League Championships Series:

Red Sox over Twins in 5

Phillies over Cardinals in 7

World Series:

Red Sox over Phillies in 7 (at last a chance for the BoSox Faithful to celebrate a title at The Fens!)

Let me know what you think of my predictions...hey, maybe one of the other 501 Boys will actually contribute to the blog and not play hours of mini putt all day (Jay!)!

Send Him to the Dog Pound!

I'm not a dog owner (or a PETA faggot!) so this isn't me going off because I have fond memories of playing ball with Fido or Lucky in my head, this is about honestly assessing a horrific crime and its aftermath. What Michael Vick did was inexcusable...consider that for 7 straight years, he woke up every single day knowing that his money, his house and his friends were ending the lives of living beings. For over 2,500 days, Vick and his boys put these living beings through hazing and torture that no college coed could ever handle. And for nearly three quarters of a decade, Vick seemingly did this with little or no remorse. How do I come to that conclusion? Because he lied to the Feds and Roger Goodell after he was busted.

But Brendan, we are a country of second chances.

You're absolutely right, we are a country that allows our athletic villains to become heroes sometimes overnight (i.e. Ray Lewis), and Michael Vick is a classic example, the man has gotten more second chances than Bret Michaels.

Consider this rap sheet folks:

- Early 2004, two men were arrested for distributing marijuana, the car was registered in Vick's name

- October 2004, Vick was apprehended in an airport for allegedly stealing a Rolex watch

- March 2005, Sonya Elliott accuses Vick of knowingly giving her genital herpes

- November 2006, the famous "free bird" salute to the Atlanta fans

- January 2007, Vick again apprehended at an airport for having a water bottle that allegedly contained a secret compartment to carry marijuana

- April 2007, after appearing on Capitol Hill to persuade lawmakers to increase funding for after-school programs, Vick missed a connecting flight in Atlanta to Virginia. He later failed to show-up for another seat booked for him later that evening. He also did not attend his scheduled appearance at the congressional breakfast where he also was to be honored for his foundation's work with after-school projects. Vick's mother, Brenda Vick Boddie, accepted an award from the Afterschool Alliance on her son's behalf.

Does this sound like a guy who deserves a umpteenth chance, does this sound like a guy who is contrite and recognizes right from wrong, does this sound like the kind of guy an NFL owner, GM and coach are going to want to defend to the public?

The other argument of course is that others...Leonard Little, Adam "Pacman" Jones and most recently, Donte Stallworth ...have committed far worse crimes. I agree both crimes were heinous in nature, but both were also mistakes in judgement, unbelievable stupid decisions made on a given night...Vick's crime though, which occurred each and every day over seven years, speaks more to his character and the true makeup of the man.

And aside from the morality issue, will he even be any good should he get back on the field? His game has always been predicated on speed, something that certainly diminishes with age and surely, took a hit after two years in jail. He doesn't have a great arm, is often injured, was never a great player outdoors and aside from the historic victory at Lambeau Field in the 2003 playoffs, rarely has Vick come through on the game's biggest stages.

I do suspect though that Vick will ultimately be reinstated in the league (I doubt immediately) and some owner, perhaps looking to sell tickets, will give him a second chance, but be forewarned, in my estimation Bad Newz Kennels wasn't just a hobby, it was a lifestyle and lifestyles rarely change with time.

Obama Boyssssssss!!!!

Since my 501 colleagues are likely still drunk, I'll attempt to describe the sheer ridiculousness of The Wedding. First off, a shout out to the happy couple..." G & D".....beautiful wedding, two great people, two awesome families!

The Church

1:50pm: One of the two cars carrying the 501 Boys nearly destroyed the wedding photos as the driver took the road less traveled and opted to tailgate the limo!!!

1:55: Down goes The Good Father....."ahh, guess these raised these curbs since last I've been hear." (Perhaps, El Padre is from Suffolk were such things don't exist!)

2:01: Bridesmaid #5 it is!!

2:04: Here Comes the Bride....Richard Jefferson be damned!!!!

2:08: 5 is losing it...dropping "F-bombs" like it's going out of style....."I can't take it anymore."

2:11: Matt requests Pita Bread as today's host

2:22: Ahh, Drew, so nice of you to join us for today's celebration!

2:29: Worst homily of all time highlighted by this comment...."Ahhhh, I can't find the crucifix, I'm used to Sacred Heart Church."

2:37: Hosts are consumed in massive quantity, though Father permits only one per customer.

2:50: Bubbles for everyone!

Rockwell's

3:47: The first Blue Moon Tower is born

4:01: Food is consumed as though we are all homeless

4:12: Blue Moon Tower #1 has a baby

4:28: Grilled cheese and guacamole....TREMENDOUS!!!!

4:34: Make noise quick!!!!!!

4:46: Blue Moon Tower # 3

Back at the Apartment

5:12: Anyone interested in cock-tailing NO-Explode and Red Bull? Sure, why the hell not!

5:16: Hearts pounding!!!!

5:23: Candy dongs for everyone!

5:31: Hearts exploding!!!!

5:42: Wanna bump a candy dong? Hell yea!!!!!!!!!!!!

5:43: Why did we do that....my nose stings like a bitch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Wedding

All sense of time is now gone...

- Lots of Jameson shots

- Dancing our asses off

- Cupid Shuffle

- Catching of the garter belt

- Cigars!

- Who wants to fight Andy?

- Make your own ice cream sundae bar!

The Aftermath

- Obama Boyzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!!!

- Ladies, go sit in the picnic area!

- Ah, you guys are Giant fans huh? Rodney Hampton, Otis Anderson, LT......no no no, Jets ni$$a!!!

- Ok, how about hoops? Bulls baby! Oh so you must be big Derrick Rose fans? Hey, how about David Lee and Knicks ni%%a!!!!!!!!!!!

- $50 worth of Taco Bell....off to Backyard!

Can't wait to find out what's next!!!!

Elena, What SPF Do You Use?

Another tremendous weekend full of drunken dancing, poolside biddies, 40 oz BL's and corned beef sandwiches crafted by God Himself! Damn somebody has to make it big so we can do this every weekend!!!! Cheers to Elena for giving us a set of mojito's that won't soon be forgotten by anyone and to Andy, I finally finished off the cigar this morning!!!!!!! Not much luck on the money side of things...the one person who did win a few hands has to purchase a replacement phone for the one he brought with him on the Perfect Storm!!! Speaking of that storm, excuse me, I just vomited. My apologies to Lieutenant Dan for heaving a tremendous turkey sandwich on his leg. I stand before you 501 fans utterly embarrassed for my sea sickness battle...my grandfather (God rest his soul) would have probably disowned me if that happened in his presence.

Here's a bit more from the weekend at The Trop...Jay making his 6:00AM tee time though never actually golfing, Matt (aka George Clooney from The Perfect Storm) bumping and grinding with the only whale ever known to live on land, Mike consuming more Red Bulls than the soccer club and owner of "tan of the weekend" (though the car ride home may have affected it slightly) and G donning a Hooter's outfit!

Check back in next week for news on how the actual event that is causing all this debauchery turns out!

Fribbles For Everyone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This Weekend....

Faithful readers of 501, we apologize for the lack of posting due to a week long hangover from our trip to NC and our 4th. Though we all seem to be coming out of the corn stalks like in field of dreams to play the best games of our lives, we have another eventful weekend that i am sure we will have many a stories to share with you. We are going to Atlantic City, the Vegas of the East Coast, for Matty G's bachelor party. Though there may not be the strippers and cocaine that we are used to on a normal weekend, i am sure we will pull some stupid shit very reminiscent to "The Hangover". But until then, all enjoy your fabulous weekend and we shall talk to you soon! Peace Out Everybody!

The Rich Get Richer

Parity be damned! Give me a league where we have 8-10 juggernauts, a handful of up and comers and the rest be paupers. But Brendan, a situation where ever team has a chance to win is a good thing....oh really??? You like having more than half the NFL at .500 or below? I THINK NOT! Maybe parity works in baseball where many of its fans are socialites, out for a nice, relaxing summer night hoping to catch an exciting game, not caring much at all who is the victor. This doesn't work on the hardwood folks. Most consider the Golden Age of the NBA to be the late 80's early 90's...why you ask? Dominant teams in major cities with superstar talent...the Lakers, Pacers, Bulls, Cavs, Pistons, 76ers, Celtics, Knicks, Trailblazers...each with a chance to win it all year in and year out. Isn't that better than one or two kings and the rest beggars??? That's why I love what's happening with the Association right now...let's take a look at how some of the league's best have gotten better!

Spurs: The least publicized, most underrated move of a frenetic free agency period, but a move that I'd argue is as important as any other. San Antonio and TD looked old last year...RJ will add 2 or 3 more solid years to the Virgin Islander's aging legs. And don't forget the signing of Antonio McDyess...not the sexiest of moves, but the guy knows how to win.

Lakers: Yea losing Trevor Ariza is a big blow, but if they can hold on to The Candyman, the Lakers are loaded once again. Mr. Artest will add toughness and tenacity to the La La Land Lakers...look for those periods of disinterest that Los Angeles showed in last year's playoffs to be a thing of the past. The Zen Master will get the best out of Ron.

Celtics: Rasheed is a perfect compliment to The Big Three...can dominate a game without the ball and will help guard the likes of Shaq and Dwight. He needs a coach he can respect and Doc is the man, KG will have his ass in check anyway.

Cavs: The Big Cactus returns to the East...The Big Buckeye now??? Shaq will certainly help Cleveland's interior defense and at least take some pressure off The King, but this obviously is not a long-term solution. I applaud Danny Ferry for going balls to the wall and landing The Big Aristotle, but you have to do better than this!

Magic: Out goes one ball hog, in comes another! Everyone and their mother knew Hedo would go to the highest bidder, but few people saw Vincanity heading south. My Carolina Heart loves Vince, my head doesn't, but I'm going to go out on a limb and say this will work. This is Dwight's team VC, be smart...pour in 15-20 a night, play some solid defense (I know you have it in you) and ride the wave. Relieve yourself of being in that class of ballers...you know the ones that couldn't give a damn about winning a championship. Chapel Hill taught you better!

Mavs: Great move keeping J-Kidd and getting The Matrix...Mark Cuban's Crew looked to be fading a bit, but this puts them right back in the thick of things in the West. Dirk has to be thrilled!

Rockets: With Yao possibly being done for his career, we will see right away if Trevor Ariza was merely the product of a great system. Get rid of T-Mac and build around the 24-year old. Houston still has a great crop of second tier talent..Battier, Scola, Aaron Brooks and Carl Landry.

Pistons: Well Ben, you finally got what you wanted...out of The Windy City and into Motown. Are you really just a sixth man, will you embrace Detroit's brand of physical defense, will you ever record an assist??? All these questions are left to be answered, but the move, along with Charlie Villaneuva, is definitely one in the right direction.

Raptors: Apparently a personal call from Chris Bosh led Hedo north ehhh. Toronto has a nice squad if they can wrap up Bosh, following the long-term extension recently signed by Andrea Bargnani. Hedo, you clearly spurned the Blazers for more loot...now you better get the job done son!

Hawks: Resign Mike Bibby...after so many sub par years, the team and this city may finally be gaining some stability.

This surely won't signal the end of the wheeling and dealing. Just yesterday, we got word of a potential Carlos Boozer to the Bulls deal. As a purist, I'd love to see Boozer stay in Utah and along with Deron Williams become the second-coming of Stockton to Malone. The fans, some of the NBA's loudest and proudest, have embraced you wholeheartedly Carlos, do the right thing...your boys just wrapped up Mehmet Okur for two more years...keep the team intact!

And how about AI to the Grizzlies....clearly a PR, let's sell tickets move, but hey, good for Memphis....I just hope The Answer doesn't spoil the potential of OJ Mayo.

These moves combined with the news that the NBA has lowered the salary cap for 2010 may have us on the cusp of the NBA's second Golden Age!!! Goddammit, if only the Knicks could get their act together!

Oh well, I still Love This Game!

Lance Make Us Believe!

Now that Mannywood has thrown his name in with other juicers like Bonds, ARoid, Big Mac and Slammin' Sammy, there's only a few more names that would really touch us deeply should a positive test ever arise. The Captain of the Yankees, Cal "The Iron Man" Ripken Jr. and Junior himself are three that come to mind immediately, but there's yet one more name out there, one name that has arose suspicion for years, one name that should he prove to be dirty would not only break the hearts of the sporting world, I'd dare say he'd break the hearts of the entire globe.

Lance Armstrong, cancer survivor, hero, philanthropist and seven-time Tour De France winner, though only a few stages in, has himself primed and ready to cycle his way to an unprecedented eighth Tour De Lance title in 2009. Unlike his sports counterparts, Lance's fame isn't built solely on his athletic prowess, I'd argue it's built more on his courage, perseverance and the light at the end of the tunnel feeling he has given anyone and everyone who has ever been touched by cancer. Those yellow Live Strong bands signify hope when there appears to be nothing of the sort. His message has inspired millions not to give up on their dreams.

I fret to imagine the devastating affect a positive Lance test would have on the mind and soul of a person fighting the deadliest disease this world knows.

Lance you've taught us all to Live Strong, I just hope to God that you're Living Strong legally.

Quick Hits

- That eruption of excitement you just heard in Cleveland, Miami and Toronto was due to the announcement yesterday that the NBA salary cap is estimated to drop to somewhere between $50.4 million and $53.6 million for the 2010-11 season. What does this mean? It means that Bron, D-Wade and the Bosh Boy are even more likely to stay put. Sorry Knick fans, King James ain't going to The Big Apple by himself to play alongside Nate and David Lee, he's going to want a sidekick...this new salary cap makes that impossible.

- Speaking of the King, he was in an unfamiliar role yesterday at his Nike Skills Academy. James was matched-up against Xavier-transfer Jordan Crawford. The former Indiana Hoosier has been alleged to have thrown down a monster slam on #23. The story of the dunk does not end there however. After the dunk, LeBron and Nike executives in attendance decided they'd rather not have video evidence of the dunk get on the Internet. Nike officials approached videographers in attendance and confiscated their tapes. Sorry guys, no You Tube video!!!

- R.I.P. Steve "Air" McNair...very sad news about the former Titans QB, but he likely won't get the admiration he deserves as it appears he was in the midst of an affair....thoughts of course, still go out to his friends and family.

HushPuppies

I really don't know if I can put this into deserving words, but I'll try.

When we were down in Calabash as Brendan told you we ate out at a local seafood place called Becks, where they serve the best Hush Puppies and deviled crabs in town. Not to mention a bullpen filled with hot young prospects!

What is a hushpuppy you might ask? No, its not the droopy eared stuffed animal that every one's little sister had. Its a little ball filled with heavenly cornbread, which is then deep fried (like most things edible in the south). Dip these little bastards in some butter with honey, and you have your self one fine little bitch!

We all recommend them so here is the best recipe I could find...

Ingredients:

• 2 cups sifted fine stone ground white corn meal
• 1 tablespoon sugar
• 2 teaspoons baking soda
• 2 teaspoons salt
• 1 tablespoon minced yellow onion
• 1 egg
• 1 cup buttermilk
• 4 to 5 tablespoons cold water

Preparation:

Stir corn meal, sugar, soda and salt together. Place onion in a small bowl. Add egg and buttermilk and beat until frothy. Pour all at once into the meal and stir lightly to mix. Add just enough of the cold water to make dough a good dropping. The dough should hold its shape in the spoon. Drop by tablespoonfuls into hot oil (about 350 to 360°) in deep fat fryer for about 2 minutes or until evenly browned, turning to keep all sides evenly browned.
Makes about 2 dozen.

MAN what a trip!

Well 501 fans, the crew is finally back in NY...work tomorrow for three of us! Let me catch you all up on where we last left off...I believe it was when two of us were devouring 40 shrimp and one of us was diving head first into 3 feet of water! Wednesday night came and went with a SONIC boom...easily the most ridiculous night of the entire adventure...we had dancing contests, marriage proposals, voice-activated t-shirts, $3 rubber pizza by the slice, Eucharistic celebrations, Dancin' Deb, Dubious Danielle and another chick whose name escapes me, but whose thunder thighs never will! Off to Waffle House...I'll take grilled chicken and eggs...I think I just farted! Well the food wasn't great, but the laughs were in large supply and Cipps did enjoy the coffee. On returning home from the House of Waffles, complete chaos ensued...think Cart Wars without the carts...Mean Mike goes on a rampage with Cipps and G as his man targets...destroying beds and hearts in the process. Thursday morning was a rough one...head splitting headaches, little if any food to consume and feet that looked better suited for Big Foot! We five managed to make it over to the pool area where biddies were being born nearly as often as Pool Mike's boogers! Plenty of eye candy and an unexpcted appearance by Mike's brother Phil, soul patches for everyone! Thursday night saw us venture into downtown Calabash for some scullant seafood...deviled crabs, clams, shrimp, oysters, scallops and of course, Jay opts for an animal with legs, but damn that Michelob Ultra was good! After dinner, we headed to one of those gift shops that every small town in America has...you know, those ones that smell like your grandma's house. Well this one produced hermit crabs and some of the finest-looking 14-year old biddies 10 eyes have ever seen. G, clearly a fan of small crafts, just exited the store five minutes ago. Outside, the other four convinced Mike to sit on some kid's whoopie cushion, but the bum ankle prevented him from getting there in time...damn, that would have been the highlight of this trip, I'm telling you!!! Back at the apartment, the boys discussed what a great trip it had been and how a 4am wake-up call the next day was the last thing they were looking for. 4am came and all five arose from their slumber, packed the car, tied the bags to the roof rack tighter than a young girl's you know what and headed north. A few hours into the trip, we arrived at a Denny's...without doubt, some of the most horrific sights of my life...flies mating in midair, food left for days on tables and southerners ordering fried chicken and coke at 8AM!!!! Ok, enough of that....the remainder of the trip was unforgettable...karoke, farting, dinner dates being set-up via text and weird gas station stops..."Oh, you only want the 20 oz waters, well you might be interested in the sale we are running on 24 oz waters, still only $0.99" 13 hours later, we at last returned to New Ro where we each hit the wall...in true 501 fashion, however, we all arose early the next morning to head down to LI for the Bellmore Striders July 4th 4-miler. Upon arrival, we were informed that the race would indeed be 4 miles, not the more common 3.2 mile 5k distance preferred by one member of the group. Excellent times were posted by all and no one pulled a Michael Jackson and went into cardiac arrest...that's what I call a success!

So fans, until next time, I'm out like Billy Mays. KABOOM!

MANcation is ON!!!!!

So brendan has filled you in on his first day and let me inform you of what has occured since. Yesterday me, cipps and droge indulged in a quick 9 holes and done by noon. we then made the executive decision we should go enjoy what god has given us by getting rocked by waves in the ocean. I finally found the G spot, it was where g was sitting under the pier and in the water  which was easily the greatest spot ever. After realizing i was that kid who kept his shirt on the whole time at the beach due to being scared of getting sunburn we decided it was lunch time. We went to an irish pub right near the beach and the decision was made at 3:12pm it was time to start drinking.... for the rest of the night too. The food was delicious and beers were flowing when a competition began at 4pm at the pub. Who could eat the most shrimp, mike or droge. After great commentating by joe, steve and field reporting by tricia takanowa, it was a fantastic race. Over 40 shrimp per person later (after already eating a burger) the stomachs were filled and it was time to go. We then went to a bar in myrtle beach where the natty light was flowing like water, it also didnt help it was $2.50 a PITCHER! After getting fucked up by the locals in foosball the drinking was on. We then got more fulfilled than ever imagined by finally going somewhere we have wanted to go for years. SONIC!!!! The food (from what i can remember) was dynamite!!! It was everything the people in the commercials talk about, it was amazing! After a stop on the side of the road to let it all out we got home. The night was far from done because when we got back we decided to go swimming. Unfortunately i wish we didnt because i dove head first in 2feet of water and smashed my head then mike reinjured his shuffle board accident ankle. Then we got back and droge and cipps decided to have intimate time together in the jacuzzi that barely fits one. We all finally went to sleep whether in a jacuzzi, bed or floor.