Aight, here it is. I copped out of workin’ a half day Friday, and it’s a damned good thing I did. I left the house ’bout 8:00 a.m. and got there ’bout 6:30 p.m. or maybe just a little later. FU Mapquest. Thank you lady at the Citgo. I was sittin’ in the parkin’ lot of The Kristy, didn’t see nobody I thought I knew. I rung up Yabu and he said “We’re here, it’s on”! I’m like “where here?”. Then came the first suspicion. See that Yabu bastard is a devious thing and if you’d have had him tell you to go into the lobby of The Kristy and ask’em how to get to “The Troll”, you better think for a minute… Hell for all I know, he had a verbal throwdown with the lady behind the counter, and called her a Troll. I’m thinkin’ to myself… to ask that question, or not to ask. See, I thought maybe they might “name their cabins” at The Kristy. I didn’t know the Troll was a tavern, and I’m thinkn’ a li’l bit that dawg is settin’ me up for a face slappin’. Turns out he wasn’t.

By the time I got out of the office, I looked over and saw a hat and a poncho, and a pair of glasses. Could it be? Was it? As we got closer, it was. Dax was headin’ in from a cabin, and headin’ my direction. I’d not met Dax before so I wasn’t sure. Even though I was wearin’ my sign that evenin’, I wanted to make sure so I dropped his name to his face, and he said yeah, that’s me. I told him who I was, as if he couldn’t figure it out, and luckily he knew both where the “Troll” was and how to get there. We arrived and I saw several familiar faces, some I knew, some I’d seen before but hadn’t met. It didn’t take long to start feelin’ better. I think I eventually met all the bloggers that were there over the weekend at one time or another.

I don’t know when it was we left the Troll, but sometime we wound up back at the cabins and and the punch came out. I didn’t do the dew… Beer is good for you. I wanted to live as unhealthily healthy as I could. Sittin’ on the fence I know, but, I didn’t want to get painted up in my sleep like a cat and hauled off to breakfast. Ol’ Yabu busted out the fireworks and went to work. He had a mess of ‘em now. Just ’bout the time he started really lightin’ up the sky, ol’ Barney Fife showed up. You should’ve seen the people around the fireworks bein’ lit scatter. Hell, gettin’ put in the pokey in Helen wasn’t on anybody’s agenda. We’d have bailed you out Yabu… really, sometime tomorrow probably.

Let me rewind a sec… back after Dax and I finally arrived at the Troll… Chou was present at that particular gathering, and she couldn’t hardly wait to get down to “bidness” after a hug. She and I’d been playin’ voicemail phone tag for a while. I hardly cracked a grin after the hug and a hand was put to me sayin’ “I’ll take that bet”… See, I was sittin’ here one night and she was the unlucky soul to recieve the call, which she returned, while I was workin’. I didn’t recognize the number so I didn’t pick up, but I did listen to the voicemail she left. I called her back, and got her voicemail… Communication is an awesome thing is it not? Anyway, I’d called to see if she wanted to blog bet on the Texas vs. OSU game. The last voicemail I left her said as much. She was feelin’ spunky that Friday and offered to accept the bet.

I was hesitant at that point. Liquid courage gone from me since the prior evenin’. I originally said naw, but with very little ribbin’, we agreed. The bet was on. My team vs. hers. The ‘Neckshack up against the Choubox. 28 hours or so later, I felt almost guilty for takin’ that bet. Alas, Tammi is willing to lose again this year should the occasion of our teams meetin’ arise. And from this weeks polls, it seems a possibility. Qdub has decided to join the fray with her team from “up north”… Long season though. Who am I to tell ‘em what not to do. I will say this, I was “told” I was in enemy country. SEC, Big 12, ACC, and the lowly Big Ten thick ankled dullards were my horse. No pun intended Colt. Son you took a good beatin’ and didn’t never give up. Opie Taylor looks just like you though. Say Hi to Andy and Aunt Bee for me will you? Chou, God bless, you’ve brought upon you the wrath of ‘Neck, even if I have to do it myself… I hope I don’t, but, there ain’t that many people ’round that like the Big 10 1/2. Somebody’s always half assed in our conference. We’re the Big Ten, when Illiinois and Indiana don’t suck at the same time… in the same year. Ooops’, I almost forgot Northwestern…

I’ll try to drop part two tomorrow evenin’, but right now, I’m schemin’ on the Choubox… It’s got to be “pron free”. I understand. Momma reads. Not a problem. At all. It will not, be a talkin’ smack free zone though… The scary thing about it… I may have to recruit Harvey for just the right warped sense of humor without postin’ boobies… I’m sure he’s got a “The time I went to Helen on shore leave and got really, really drunk” post left in him somewhere. Probably fell off his craft while tubin’ the ‘hooch’. Or, he’lll just make stuff up like usual. T!G, if his nose isn’t bleedin’ “might” help a brother out. Anybody else that would like a tour, shoot me an email…

Part 2 of the Yellin’ tomorrow…

That’s enough to bite off for now… More tomorrow if the brain cells ain’t dead from the abuse they took…