Maddog's weekend re-cap...

I got ran by a special boy!
Friday night I went out with the guys for a little wings and pool. The wings were good and the conversation was great (Scott is apparently another Steve Erwin, but with a funnier accent. He is from OHIO.) At Wing-Time we almost got to see the waitresses throw down, as they were falling all over themselves to take our order, though apparently they were too busy fighting over who took our order and forgot to actually give it to the chefs as it took what seemed like an eternity to get our food. After the food came we ate and then headed off to play some pool. This is where the night really got interesting.
As we were playing cut-throat (sounds very "pool hall-ly" doesn't it?) there was this kid named TJ who wanted to play with some "friends" but they weren't willing. He was definitley what we in the south call "special." Having no-luck with his "buddies", even though he taunted them for several minutes making chicken noises he asked us to play. I told him I would after I finished my current game, but told him to go ahead and rack 'em. After doing so he proceed to break, and then it was my shot (remember I'm still playing my original game.) So now I'm playing two games. It was fun! TJ was a hoot! Even though we agreed that we wouldn't be calling our shots, he would often yell: "Brian three-ball corner pocket!" (at the top of his lungs) To which I would reply: "I thought you said you don't calling your shots." He would say: "Sometimes I do." We had this little exchange about 10 times while we played for a couple hours. He was funny, and I think I got him some cool points because there was a guy playing with him when I left. (Even a dork like me can earn someone some cool points. Don't worry that's not a pitty party, just a little personal inside joke)
Father's Day Shout out!
On mother's day I gave a shout out to all mom's especially the "lady with the big 'ole baby!" Here is a shout out to the man whose wife had the big ole baby. I am sure you had to hear about that one for months, and to be honest, who could blame her? I whine a little when I eat too much ice cream and my stomach hurts. I can't even imagine giving birth to a 14 lb baby! And for all you guys whose wives had "regular sized" babies, happy fathers day to you as well. (Even if it's a little late.)