Afterglow 2009 - Day 5 Wednesday

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Thankfully my Mom was once again picking up the slack and cleaning up after my mistakes. So I might be a few years older, but not much has changed in this mother/son relationship. Melissa was playing pretty well and holding her own, but there was no match for Mom's desire to whoop up on her son and future daughter-in-law. Like a caged beast set free, there was no stopping her winning rampage.

We had to play against some randoms. I wish that I could remember their names, because that's the cordial thing to do. Truth be told I was too busy winning and drinking (and not always necessarily in that order) to create the memory cells to retain that information. My apologies go out to this lovely young couple.

But here's a young couple that I could never forget. James and Melissa were watching from the trackside seats awaiting and scouting out their competition. You see, they would be playing against the winner of the previously mentioned game. Since Mom and I won, the next match would be one for the ages.

The dudes play on one side and the chicks play on the other side. Just like when we were kids and had no girls/boys allowed clubhouses, we had to keep them separated. As much as I love my Mom and Melissa, I was thankful for this rule because it gave me time to hang out with my brother and compete in a sporting event that we were equals in. My beer pong skills come in handy in tossing 1 object towards another, but I was outmatched by James who got a ringer and raised his hands in the air.

Jenny was all partied out today. Apparently she hit the Sangria a little too hard last night. I had no problem with it, because Lord knows that I've been in her place many times. I've even been in that exact place, for Jenny is sleeping in my bed. Just like Goldilocks sleeping in Daddy Bear's bed. That silly girl.

Tommy was still in disbelief that Brian and Kevin had beat him and Jenna at tennis. I'm with you on that one Tommy. In fact, the entire world is still scratching their collective heads on how those two goofy life partners were able to do anything constructive. So he challenged them to a rematch, knowing that there's no way lightning can strike in the same place twice. I didn't stick around to watch. Anyone know who won?

It was a well played game by both teams, but in the end experience won over pure athleticism. Melissa was a first timer, and she just couldn't compete with the years Mom and I had spent learning the intricacies of horseshoes. This really isn't a game for beginners, because they don't understand it's more than throwing shoes. Horseshoes is a way of life. Mom got the ringer to seal the deal and end the game, then we pretended that we liked each other for the amount of time it takes to for a picture to be snapped. And then we went our separate ways.

Timmy was walking around like one of those roving minstrels from the Renaissance period. Except instead of entertaining Dukes and Duchesses, he was singing to squirrels and teenage bears. And for the most part, I think they enjoyed it.  Teenage bears really are a mysterious bunch, but I'm glad Tim found out one of their secrets.