Sure Gonna Miss Ya When...

Good morning Monday... oh, how I'm almost glad to see you... well, not really.

Everything this weekend, went so overly well... everyone had a good time, there was much hockey to play and quite a bit of beer to drink. Fantastic! I think this post may be a little long, so do go grab something to eat or drink before we really get started here. I should start a pot of coffee or something... but you know, I don't really fancy much coffee this morning.

Okay? Are you ready now? Yeah, so am I.

Friday night was sort of the calm before the storm. I met Benny & Jeff over at the Wildfire... the St. Louis/Calgary game was on the TVs and it was good to antagonize the Flames fans once again. Jeff had gotten himself sorted out with a new digital camera on Friday... a neat little Canon deal... nice & thin... easy to lose.



How would you like that as one of the first things you're camera sees?? Ha ha ha... silly Benny... Beers are for people!

The Street Hockey Tournament went through it's last bits of planning as well on Friday night. Greg and I sat down and worked out what was gonna happen when... the Saturday was gonna start somewhat early. The parking lot was gonna be cleaned off... the lines were gonna be painted on... the chairs and tables would be setup... and bam! We'd have ourselves a street hockey tournament. We ended up getting 8 teams in the end for the big show on Saturday, which was gonna make for a really good tournament.

After the game, the planning and the goofing around with the new camera... Jeff and I went back to his place to watch a movie or two and have somewhat of a quiet one. We went and grabbed a few beers, I went back to the house and grabbed a few DVDs, then it was back to Jeffs for that quiet one. We only ended up watching one movie, Very Bad Things and had only a few beers and that was pretty much the end of the night for me. I was sure beat. I think I was in and in bed before midnight... which has got to be some sort of a record for a Friday night these days.

Saturday morning came reluctantly... I'm not really a big fan of having to get up earlier than desired on the weekend. It just doesn't really float my boat so much. Anyways, I dragged my ass outta bed for about 9am... I had to get some posters, scoresheets and schedules done before heading off to the Wildfire for the day's preparation. Greg was to be there at 8am, which I imagined he was. When I eventually got there, just before 10am... he was out with a leaf blower, clearing off all the dust and rubbish off the pavement for a good clean surface.

Everything came together really well in the morning. The plan went pretty well according to schedule and there wasn't much for problems... actually, I can't really think of any problems at all.

Benny finally showed up with water bottles filled with Vodka & Rockstar... much better than water... and the glorious trophy, the Slurpee Cup. Benny, the perfectionist, wasn't too proud of his metal creation, but man... everyone else sure thought it was a cool trophy. Especially myself... that trophy is wicked! And it's fuckin' heavy too... I don't think anyone had a chance to weigh it, but I'm sure if you dropped it on someone, they'd be close to death. Ha ha.

Actually, there was some sort of a problem to start the day... I remember as I run through everything on an event by event basis. The scheduling was kind of useless as there were a few teams that decided to show up late or in pieces, so they weren't ready to play come the time on the schedule. This did make things just a tad frustrating, but shortly (not exactly sure when) after noon, we finally dropped the balls to start the Slurpee Cup Challenge.

I looked after reffing one of the first games, while Greg reffed the other... we had a couple timekeepers and most of the teams were responosible for keeping their own scores through the day. The games only lasted for about a half hour each... and we were kind of hoping that each game with breaks in between would only take 40 minutes a piece.... that, in hindsight, was very hopeful. I'm not too sure that clockwork could have helped that schedule at all. By the end of it all, I was just creating matchups that weren't on the schedule in order to keep everyone playing, or keep the games going, period.

The bar team, Sure Gonna Miss..., was not very good. But we sure did have cool shirts.



Each shirt for the team had the team on the front and an individual slogan on the back...

Jeff (pictured) had "Sure Gonna Miss... My Balls On Your Chin."
Greg had "Sure Gonna Miss Ya... When You Turn 23."
I had "Sure Gonna Miss Ya... When Your Mom Finds Out."
Benny and Bubbles swapped shirts, 'cuz ol' Bubbles wasn't too confident about his sexuality and wearing pink shirts...
So Bubbles wore "Sure Gonna Miss Ya... When I Sober Up."
And Benny wore "Sure Gonna Miss Ya... When I Get A Clue."

They were all pretty awesome shirts. Unfortunately, that was the only thing awesome about the team as we didn't win a single game (of the three we played) on Saturday. We ended up finishing seventh, eighth was the Molson team... so at least we weren't last, because of goals scored. First, was Benny's brother's team, Captain Morgans and second were Team Shocker. Those two teams got a bye into the semi-finals when the playoffs started on the Sunday afternoon.

Until then... time to have a drink!

There wasn't very many people left around the bar after the games had finished... a few of the teams had stuck around for the night, but others took off home or to their tent trailer around the corner and made their own nights. I grabbed a drink or two and moved from table to table chatting with all the people who were playing during the day... having some good hockey chats and such.

Joe, Kelly & John all showed up eventually through the night. When they all showed up, the party was definitely dying down a bit in the Wildfire, so someone made mention of going to Chestermere and go to the Boathouse Pub at the Landing. Sounded good to me... so we all piled into the Hummer and Joe drove us down to the bar.

Mike (who picked up the shirts for us), Benny, Joe, Kelly, John, Jeff and myself headed down for a drink (or several). There we found ourselves a nice booth which had a pretty good view... and I mean good view. Through the demi-window, behind Joe in the picture, there was a table with a great looking brunette with a excellent ass and a decent looking blonde in a party having a good time. So, the view was so good... that I just had to poke myself through the window to chat with 'em. Actually, the guy that they were sitting with, Ryan, I chatted with him for quite a while... had a pretty good laugh. I was just my usual chatty-drunk self.

For some reason, John, Kelly, Joe & Benny took off... don't know why... but they settled up and took off. It was really strange because I thought ol' Benson was getting on pretty well with our waitress, Amy... she actually posed with him for a few great pics, but no... they left. Since I was chatting with the table of hotties, I wasn't prepared to take off... and Mike & Jeff didn't really care either way. Mike was absolutely drunk & tired... but was a trooper. Jeff was having himself a grand ol' time.

Once the boys had left, we got the invite to head over to the hottie table and before I could turn my head back around, Mike was already there chatting. I laughed my ass off... it was so funny. So Jeff and I straggled over there and sat down with the group. I had obviously made an impression as I sat with the hot brunette, Tammy-Lee, (and danced with her a bit as well) 'cuz by the end of the night, the pictures were sure telling some tales.



I'll save a few of the other ones for later... well, not on the Blog anyways. All in all, it was a pretty productive evening... I ended up with her phone numbers, both home & cell numbers (huzzah!) and was really, really drunk.

We managed to cab it home... although I don't really remember too much about leaving. That kinda sucks... but oh well. Mike, Jeff & I headed back to Jeff's place where we plugged in A Clockwork Orange... which we were only a quarter of the way through, I think before Mike started to snore like a bastard and I took off home for the night.

Sunday morning came way too quickly for me. I'm pretty sure I was still drunk when I arrived at the Wildfire for 10:30am... good thing I walked there, since I had left my car at the bar. The morning came with quite a bit of paperwork to do up all the scheduling for the afternoon's games. The Molson team didn't even show up (poor losers!) and none of JC's team showed up... except for JC. Apparently, they couldn't hold their drink in the morning and were all too sore to compete during the day. Which wasn't exactly a bad thing... it allowed me and the bar team to play with JC and get a couple games in.

Since I had been giving Greg shit for sucking all day on Saturday... which he did, so I felt compelled to jaw at him... he took it to heart and played in goal instead. With breaking the straps on my leg pads, he actually won us a game... where I scored a pair in the game and another pair in the shootout to send us to the semi-finals, where we eventually lost to the tournament winners, Captain Morgans.

The Sunday went off with very few problems... there were a lot of kids retrieving balls in the construction site next door, which was wholly frowned upon by Gord (Team Lowes Racing), the superintendant of the jobsite... but otherwise the scheduling was so much easier.

I reffed the final game between Morgan's and Team Shocker, which proved to be a pretty awesome game. And once the trophy was handed out, I sat in the pub, chatted with the teams that stayed and just became so very exhausted...

I was home & in bed around 7:30pm... there was no way I could handle being up for too much longer... so I wasn't.

I'm sure I'll get some more writing in tomorrow... I sorta got busy today... I have some other quandries that I will share tomorrow... as it's finally home time at work!!

Later!!