Wednesday, June 20, 2007
AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE, OI OI OI!
Another random picture while I'm at it. New Years in Deadwood, SD was a beaut. A female friend from Gillette (now Pierre, SD) met me in Rapid City and we travelled to Deadwood. Think Vegas, but colder and only about 1/500th the size...and fat Northern folks. Small stakes gambling and pay-as-you-play drinks. The free stuff is draft beer, but it worked to fend off the cold and get us both stinkin' lousy smashed. I think we were able to amass a great fortune of about $20 on slots to contribute to our childrens' college fund. I was trying to play the couple slant at the casinos to try and score some freebies...didn't happen. 
Continued backlog from Jan 2007 US trip.....
Singapore, Australia Day 2007. I'm the one with the penis in the middle. Pretty sure the only dong in the picture, but then again we didn't ALL get that friendly ;) Top shielas, really. Mates of my mate Paula, who lives in Sing now. These girls all came to visit Princess Puha III (Paula), and I just happened to be passing through..tee hee hee. What a coincidence!
Another random picture while I'm at it. New Years in Deadwood, SD was a beaut. A female friend from Gillette (now Pierre, SD) met me in Rapid City and we travelled to Deadwood. Think Vegas, but colder and only about 1/500th the size...and fat Northern folks. Small stakes gambling and pay-as-you-play drinks. The free stuff is draft beer, but it worked to fend off the cold and get us both stinkin' lousy smashed. I think we were able to amass a great fortune of about $20 on slots to contribute to our childrens' college fund. I was trying to play the couple slant at the casinos to try and score some freebies...didn't happen.
LAS VEGAS golfing. I thought it was supposed to be warm in Vegas all the time. The water hazard was frozen...ducks walking around on the ice and shit! It did help keep a few balls out of the drink, though. This particular course did not have enough toilets around the joint, as Hole #9 became the temporary toilet for the infant-sized bladder of sen'or Weav. The golf was abysmal, except for a few King-Kong drives from the thunder stick of Weav, and my 3" short 60' putt across an up/down/left/right green.
The water hazard on the right is actually 3" of ice against the back half. I bounced a ball across it...twice.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
RUN FORREST, RUN
So I got a few pictures from the carnival. One of the parents of 2 of the guys (Rob & Pete) took a few pictures and like that mysterious apperition/floating orb thingy that shows up in family pictures taken near Civil War burial grounds, I was captured forever attempting to play rugby. I guess there's some advantage to playing the position next to the guy who's parents came and brought a high-tech, high-zoom pitchur taker! I will warn you that I do not appear to be good (or even functional for that matter) in still life, but my blazing speed is deceptive and the photographer must have been shooting like 800 speed film to keep from blurring. If you look close enough, you can even see a bit of smoke coming from my blisteringly fast feet...and then I get broadsided by a stubby but rather firm-through-the-body Kiwi. I AM RUGBY. Cower at my feet, underlings!
Rag-tag bunch or Kalgoorlie-Boulder misfits
Don't worry, the guy to whom I passed the ball (Pete) gets goat-roped by the skinny islander Elvis look-alike a few frames later, while I'm on the ground giving the opposing team a moment to revel in my fantastic rugging ability! Do you see the grass smouldering under my rugby boots?HAPPY FATHER'S DAY, POP. The day is different over here (in Sept-Oct), so I didn't hear anything about US Father's Day until today. I'm a terrible son, but a damn fine rugger.
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Shorts...check, boots...check, brain........
Just an update to let all of you FOF's (Fans of Fleetwood) know that I made it through the country carnival with only a few dings and bruises...nothing permanent unless you count the mental scarring from watching 2 poor souls empty 5 liters of chunder from their guts down the side of the bus at 80 km/hr. We won 2 of the 4 games, both on Sunday in our WASM gold jerseys (vs the Boulder Blue/MAroon from Saturday), which won us a trophy. The trophy was a pissy little gold plastic cup on a wooden base, but we played 200 minutes of grueling rugby for it. Winning rocks. Go Boulder-WASM! The first day of play was pretty confusing, but I found my flow in the second day of play and started "flying around like an idiot" (in the words of Coach Hurst). All of the small technical questions I had about my position (outside center) just evaporated once the ball was in play, as this level of rubgy is more of a maylay than a fine, strategic game of chess. Imagine WWF Royal Rumble with 30 guys...oh and a ball that has something to do with it all.
So we get back to Kal battered and bruised after 11 hours on the bus, and this is the point where my better judgement goes out the window. I have decided to continue to play until I do sustain a career-ending injury or someone knocks some sense to me (which is right possible this Saturday). There are about 3-4 rounds left in the local league, and the guys still need the numbers so I am going to stay on the field and give whatever I've got for the betterment of mankind...or at least keep the team from playing short.
So that's it. A few taudry stories from the road, but what happens at Country Carnival stays at Country Carnival...and I apologise to the 2, 8-year olds who had to listen to a bunch of foulmouthed rugby players sing their anthems about defiling women and drinking booze! Their Dad should have never brought them on the bus! Oh yeah, and if anybody sees my weiner, can you please send it back to me...I haven't seen it since we got into the frigid-arse ocean at Albany after our games on Saturday ;)
Just an update to let all of you FOF's (Fans of Fleetwood) know that I made it through the country carnival with only a few dings and bruises...nothing permanent unless you count the mental scarring from watching 2 poor souls empty 5 liters of chunder from their guts down the side of the bus at 80 km/hr. We won 2 of the 4 games, both on Sunday in our WASM gold jerseys (vs the Boulder Blue/MAroon from Saturday), which won us a trophy. The trophy was a pissy little gold plastic cup on a wooden base, but we played 200 minutes of grueling rugby for it. Winning rocks. Go Boulder-WASM! The first day of play was pretty confusing, but I found my flow in the second day of play and started "flying around like an idiot" (in the words of Coach Hurst). All of the small technical questions I had about my position (outside center) just evaporated once the ball was in play, as this level of rubgy is more of a maylay than a fine, strategic game of chess. Imagine WWF Royal Rumble with 30 guys...oh and a ball that has something to do with it all.
So we get back to Kal battered and bruised after 11 hours on the bus, and this is the point where my better judgement goes out the window. I have decided to continue to play until I do sustain a career-ending injury or someone knocks some sense to me (which is right possible this Saturday). There are about 3-4 rounds left in the local league, and the guys still need the numbers so I am going to stay on the field and give whatever I've got for the betterment of mankind...or at least keep the team from playing short.
So that's it. A few taudry stories from the road, but what happens at Country Carnival stays at Country Carnival...and I apologise to the 2, 8-year olds who had to listen to a bunch of foulmouthed rugby players sing their anthems about defiling women and drinking booze! Their Dad should have never brought them on the bus! Oh yeah, and if anybody sees my weiner, can you please send it back to me...I haven't seen it since we got into the frigid-arse ocean at Albany after our games on Saturday ;)
