Of Mountains and Marriotts
The golf was spectacular--not only because Lord Helmet made 4 birdies on the front side--but because the views, weather, and beer were top notch. When the dust settled, the good guys beat the bad guys out of 12 bucks and both cars loaded up to return home. The uncles predictably retraced their steps from the morning and were tucked into bed by 900pm. The other car, however equally predictable, did not return from whence it came. Rather...
PartyBoy: So you going out when we get back home?
Lord Helmet: I guess, not like you're going to give me a choice.
Lord Helmet: Hell, since we're already here why don't we just head into the nearby city and see what we can get into?
PartyBoy: Interesting idea you have there. Yes, provocative...
Lord Helmet: I mean I've never been out in this town before. I hear their minor league stadium and all the downtown bars sit right on the river. Might be worth a shot. You know we can't do shit like this next year when we're working...
PartyBoy: Ok. Sold!
Lord Helmet: Scoops!
Subsequently, calls were placed to wives, moms, and parole officers to inform them of the slight deviation from our original plan. The car was then parked conveniently within walking distance to the stadium (which was in fact hosting a game that night...nice), to all the downtown bars (which our friend T, a native of said town, expertly described to us via text message), and to a Marriott (into which we planned to deposit ourselves roughly 6 hours later).
We enjoyed a 5-4 victory by the home team, saw 3 home runs, ate 2 stadium dogs each, watched the visitor's manager get tossed (although he did have a legit complaint), and heckled the other team's first baseman, a "number 20" who booted 2 balls and struck out 3 times.
Having succesfully completed the 1st part of our mission at the ballgame (which was to drink), we then turned our attention to parts 2-4 (which, incidentally, were to drink) and based on T's advice headed to a place we'll call BRG. We quickly made friends with several locals and then proceeded to a certain joint with a roof top bar. From there we migrated...
...and the story picks up the next morning on our way home at a Pizza Hut buffet. Sorry, I have to leave something to your imagination. However, much like the adorable 4th graders on South Park, I learned something yesterday: wait, no I didn't.
Ah Roll Tide!