You may have noticed that I changed my team name from Avatar Depression to The Double Rainbows. There were a few reasons behind this change, and you all deserve to know the story. Avatar Depression was a fine name, but it would have been subpar without the picture of Tyler at the height of his Avatar Depression. I just don't feel like I can go into the season with the word "depression" as part of my team's name. Looking for the opposite of depression? Look no further than Double Rainbow Guy: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OQSNhk5ICTI
Don't worry, Double Rainbow Guy is work appropriate, and he's almost as excited about rainbows as I am about the upcoming fantasy season. I was tentative about making the change, but the Admiral endorsed it, as long as I kept the picture of Tyler, so here we are. To catch up you gents on the happenings from the weekend, please allow me to provide a brief rundown:
The sod field football game was short-lived due to the time everyone arrived and the awkward kickoff time for the UK-UofL game. Steve had the play of the day with a dazzling Reggie Bush-esque scamper that led to a tie (I know, ties are gross, but we couldn't afford to miss any of Cobb or Locke's heroics. Once we saw Cobb's one-handed catch, there was really no point in embarrassing ourselves by playing more football later in the day). It was a proud showing by the Older Guys as Ben, Steve, and I considered the tie to be very very close to a win.
There were rumblings of a three-team trade, but nothing came to fruition...yet.
Highs and Lows: The Admiral learned to play poker and did his best Phil Ivey impersonation for the weekend. Only time will tell if that overshadows an unfortunate incident in which he brought Ben Eaton to his knees after celebrating a TD by tossing a football below Ben Eaton's belt. I'll vouch for the Admiral that I do not believe he intended to inflict such harm, but the damage was done. In a weird karmic kind of way, that actually evened things out from when the Admiral purposely took a football to the groin, and Ben Eaton threw a football at John's new ride earlier in the day.
In an "epic fail" I bought a rope that I intended to use for adrenaline-rushing swings high over a hillside. When we couldn't find any good branches, we settled on tying it to a tree for a climbing contest. Hand blisters won the short-lived contest.
We commenced planning to hunt a rumored monster that lives somewhere in Fisherville, Kentucky.
Other than the aforementioned adventures, the vast majority of our time was spent indulging in food, drink, pool, and sun. Great success! Everyone should be feeling refreshed and ready for the upcoming weekend.