The (Deep) South Carolina

If you wanted to play King of the Mountain with me by climbing on top of empty beer cans or rum bottles then I would establish a monarchy that would last until the day I died. And then I would pass the throne on to my 1st born. So it was no surprise to me that I outlasted my fellow compadres that night. The cab ride home from the bar lasted at least 45 minutes in real time (not drunk time) so it was understandable that James and Melissa were sleeping after 3am. But I still have nothing to explain the fact that I'm able to stay up so late without consequences.

I got back home around 11 or 12 pm or something. Not a lot of turn around before work tomorrow morning. I knew that I would tired so I grabbed some Rip It to hype me up. Chances are that I would need it because I always do. I rage and rally like no one else my age.

Baya was a real trooper and stayed up with me into the wee hours of the night. And she was the first to greet me in the morning hours. There's a reason that they call these beasts man's best friend. But the edge for me still has to go to Coach Gordon Bombay. He fought alongside me in the trenches. He saved my life. He's my best friend.

I always try to maximize my vacations, which is why I got in Thursday night and would be leaving late Sunday night. I only get down here once a year and I wanted to make the most of it. So I would be able to watch the Packers game with James and Melissa at Schooner's. Might as well end the trip the same way that it began. That makes sense to me.

On the way back home I had to change planes in Chicago's O'Hare airport. And I had a 3 hour layover. I tried to get on an earlier flight but it was full. Then I tried to get someone to come pick me up. But in the end I hung out in enemy territory and waited to come back home.

The only good thing about passing through Chicago is that I get to eat a Chicago style hot dog. But like everything down there in Chicago they're doing it wrong - they forgot to put ketchup on the damn thing. Those G D Illinois bastards think they have everything right.

Coach Gordon Bombay is always happy when I come home. That's because no one loves him like I do and he's always happy to see me. But that could be because I'm the one that feeds him. Bombay knows who's the boss, and I can guarantee you it's not Tony Danza. It's me.