A quick recap of the week that was in the BFFL before I get into the debauchery of Cup of Death vers 1.2.
Weekend @ Bernie's took down the previously unbeaten TitleTown USA, 125-106
Browning's Neagle whipped (pronounced chhhhhhwhipped) Cosa Nostra by 38
Hoosier Hysteria kept up his surprising September by beating The Comeback Kid, 110-102
Kosher Beef beat Viking Quest by 7 (sorry, no VICTORY! for Craiggers)
Now onto the weekend.
On Friday, September 26th, Evan Cabat, Matt Birnbach, Andrew Bale, Adam Brand (honorary member of COD), Shawn Tasman, Doug Marks and Rick Brown all descended for Bloomington, Indiana.
In a moment eerily reminiscent of a scene out of Super Troopers, Ricky was pulled over for speeding en route to Bloomington. Doug decided it would be best to eat what was remaining of his herb. Not a good idea then, definitely not a good idea in hindsight.
We all arrived into Bloomington by 9pm eastern standard time. We met up at Uncle D's pizza (next to Jimmy John's, below Upstairs). We all had slices of fresh pizza, Doug instead broke out in red patches all over his body. He would not stop scratching himself for the next 4 hours.
During this time, beer pong was played. Matt Birnbach was clearly the Beerpong MVP of the weekend, carrying his teammate (Evan Cabat) to numerous victories and routinely pikcing up 7-9 cups out of 10 for his team. It was around this time that Doug was getting very cold and was bunching himself in blankets. We made our way to Nick's for some sinking of the biz. Within 25 minutes, Cabat would leave to go plant his wild oats. After about 45 minutes of biz sinking, we started to get kind of worried when Doug refused to answer his phone. So we went back to check on him. He was freezing cold, and bundled under about 25 lbs of blankets. He was shivering. We assumed he would make it through the night. Right assumption on our part. The rest of the night, people went their different ways, some going to Sports and enjoying, and others going to Kilroys and enjoying.
Saturday morning. Gameday.9 am we all meet for Bagels at Bagel Nation. or was it Bagel Planet. or Bagel Country. or Bagel Emprioum. Whatever it was, we had bagels. Well most of us did. Birnbach had 1 bite and called it breakfast.
On the way home, Ricky had to take his preeverything dump (Seriously whenever he has to do anything in life, he gets so nervous that his bowels explode and he must race to the nearest bano). As you can see from the picture up top, Ricky never did make it to the tailgating as he was relegated to the toilet till about 3 in the afternoon.
Tailgating was a good old time. For some reason ESPN the Magazine had some kind of party there and we all got plenty of goodies, including deoderant (Cabat applied some immediately). En route to the tailgating, Doug cut his toe open. Karma gave a big F-U to Doug all weekend. We all enjoyed his misery. Anyway, beers were shotgunned and bonged, and then we headed into the stadium to watch our beloved Hoosiers drop back to back pick 6s and slowly give the game away to Sparty. Oh and Kellen Lewis not being the every down QB was pretty fucking annoying. As were the kids in back of us that suggested that Ben Chappell was a competent quarterback. We had a nearly moment in the crowd in front of us as a 53 NO WAIT 54 year old woman and a 20 year old student (girl) were yelling at each other about tickets. This was quite enjoyable. A few cute girls sat in front of us, including one with some awesome star tattoos. There was also this British dude all over his 20 year old daughter. This was creepy and hot at the same time.
We left at halftime as Indiana would trail by 5. It was time for a Big 10 special from Pizza Express (can't be called a big 10 anymore as ruled by the big 10). We made it back to see Ricky finally healthy again, layin on the couch watchin some football. His bowels were fine, but as usual there was still plenty of sand in his vagina. Football/nap time engulfed the rest of the afternoon.
We would meet up at Buffalouies for dinner. Everyone enjoyed their wings (Birnbach had 2, wtf is wrong with that kid) and Ricky went to have noodles because apparently his tummy hurted. Saturday night involved more beer pong and some of the worst/most awesome dancing you have every seen in your life. Mower's were started, shopping carts were pushed and shampoo was put into hair. It was that awesome.
We all made it out to Sports but it wasn't the same. Birnbach, Cabat and Bale were pretty sober and decided to bounce for the road at 2:20 to get to the airport by 4:15 to get on their flights at 6 and 7 am respectively. Birnbach and Cabat flew back early to watch the Marlins-Mets game at the last regular season game at Shea Stadium. (Birnbach enjoyed, Cabat not so much).
I leave you with this picture. [picture removed in case Ricky someday runs for office] This pretty much sums up our entire weekend. I only have one thing left to say. Who's going up for homecoming? Who's gonna do 1? Who's gonna play one more game of Lance Armstrong Beerpong (one ball).
