So it’s been officially 4 days since I’ve been back from the week long shit show in Mexico. Tied in to an all inclusive marathon is a week of pre-drinking in Las Vegas…now I don’t know about the rest of you but if there was any place to go prior to going on a 10 man stag party in Mexico I would think Vegas would be the last. Regardless it happened and after 4 days of trying to put basic sentences together and sustain an ounce of intelligence I feel that I may be acting like a normal (for a goalie) human being again.

By a show of hands how many of you feel like an idiot after a week or weekend of heavy intoxication? (PS I know what you’re thinking and yes I’m still struggling, I realize this is a blog and isn’t a classroom therefore the show of hands is pointless). But if anyone from Mexico is reading this did you struggle as bad as I did in putting sentences together when people were talking to you the first day back? I did, I still cant speak properly. I’m stuttering, saying the wrong words, and answering questions completely wrong.

You think playing sports is hard after a weekend of drinking? Try a spelling bee.

I drink In Moderation

The End Was Near

The end of this stupidity was near, until I found I may have to relive the Blades of our Lives again this weekend. No big deal? Well probably not nearly bad as viva Le Mexico but the last time the Blades of Our Lives took place there was some provocative stretching in the kitchen, a midget, and a buddy ended up in jail. Considering it’s now spring time, the weather is warm, and the halter tops and skirts are out of hibernation it only seems obvious that I won’t be taking the weekend off from feeding my brain and instead stabbing it with a cue tip instead (figuratively speaking).

Oh and I forgot the following weekend is May Long.

The more I think about it the more I say who gives a turd.

It’s Summer Time

Golf, the river, the lake, revealing clothing, the sun, tans, campfire, camping, ball (for some people), and of course SUMMER GIRLS.

I think the 10 of us all said we weren’t drinking for a month when we got back and I believed that but a week’s worth of cardio and the diet have quickly changed the perspective on ones life. It’s amazing, well not really, how far exercise and not eating a steady diet of buffet food full of ribs, pizza, fries, and hot pockets full of just cheese go. In the words of the Big Show, Aldo, Mexican John Cena, and those whores from the bitchy tomatoes from the Riu Pacifico this weekend will see a forecast of making it rain.

Hopefully by the end of the weekend I’ll have recovered enough brain functionality to work a telephone.

Truth be told I’m quite impressed I’m actually able to write this.