A group of friends are in Spain and they participated in el encierro which is the running of the bulls. One of the guys got too close to one of the bulls.
Buzz offered some tickets, and Rob was quick on the draw with his email requesting them, just beating out another rugger who wanted to take his little step-son to his first Saints game.
Geoff offered his take on the situation
Rob a/k/a "Killjoy"
Crushing a tot's yen to see his favorite team play its final game is regrettable behavior on your part. Moreover, the tot's step-father has been protecting our country from people who would have you eating baba-ganoush (sorry Malek) rather than chile/cheese everything. Think hard about your decision to ROB this tot of his one chance to see the Saints this season.
"Retribution puke face"
Slobby Bobby ... shocking
Geoff using the opium derived secondary meaning of 'yen' ... off the board.
Last Friday night a bunch of the guys got together at Finn’s to send off our Scottish brother Dave. As always we strive to have “scare-free” nights, but that is not always the case. The night got warmed up with a friendly “showering” of beer on my shirt compliments of the teamwork of E-mac and Shubby…thanks guys!! That was awesome. Then we moved on to a more physical type scare with a scuffle between 2 random pool players. There was an attempted head butt, few punches, and that’s all. Not too exciting, but still fun.
The night got a little more interesting when we decided to change venues and head to Bourbon. Well, it was Dave’s last night in the Big Easy so we went to a “dance” club. We were only there for a short while when I noticed a few of us getting “kindly persuaded” to leave. Apparently KK’s lady friend was accused of spitting on one of the “dancers” and she did not like that too much. Following, some other crap must have happened because the last thing we saw in the club was KK getting whacked in the face by some dancer/bartender…ouch! Scary stuff.
We then went to the BBC for a few drinks. We were up on the balcony, and being the friendly guy that I am, I decided to spark up a conversation with this guy standing out there by himself. Hey, he looked lonely. Well, for some reason, this guy did not want to talk to us. Now I have had a few drinks by this time and I don’t remember all the details. What I do remember is that this guy thought he was too good to talk to us. Maybe because he was a doctor, probably because he was a douche. So I decided that if he was a doctor, then I was a psychologist. I decided to “search” for the root of his issues. It took a while and I didn’t really get anywhere. So, Matt-O’s friend Taylor decided that this guy had been a dick for too long and she decided to give him a similar shower that I had received earlier with a few choice words. Yes, she dumped a drink all over him, I think. That was really awesome!! I gotta tell ya, I was really hoping he would say something or try to do something to her, but he didn’t. Possible scare!
It was getting late and we decided to it was time to go to F&M’s. But on the walk down Bourbon as I was telling everyone who would listen how “nice” of a guy I was to help this random guy with his social skills, another really drunk random guy walks up to me and tried to start shit. Apparently this guy, who I had never laid eyes on before, thought I was staring at him. Like I said, I am a nice guy and I informed him that I wasn’t staring. His friends pulled him away. Then, I decided to do the most mature thing I could think of…I turned, pointed and laughed at him. I have no clue why, but that made him really mad. Don’t worry, his friends pulled him away and we left. Don’t worry, T-Breaux was ready. Another possible scare.
Sorry for this long write up, but if you aren’t interested, then why are you reading this crap anyway?
So, it was an interestingly scary night filled with multiple beer showers, head butts, punches, spitting, slapping, drunken counseling, tough guys, verbal abuse, and even a Scottish Guy…if you weren’t there, I know you are jealous!!!
Until Next Time
Rob
After a short run of good health, the Robbish one had another scare.
NORFC were on the attack, with the ball moved out wide to Trip. There was a 2 on 1 on the outside, and as Trip offloaded to Rob, Rob's hammy gave out and he went tumbling. It was a double scare as the defender shoulder charged Trip, and as Robbish and Tripper lay on the ground, the sir blew the whistle to mark the end of the half. Rob, ever the overachiever, pulled his hammy, knocked the ball on, and rolled his ankle all in one motion.
The following scare comes from Matt Oertling:
It was an average day in the workshop. I was working on welding some fixtures for the new Massey’s location when I was confronted with a significant problem. In order to prepare raw steel for a coat of clear enamel, it must be cleaned with acetone. I had been cleaning said steel with the aforementioned solvent and depositing the dirty, solvent soaked rags in a trash receptacle which at the present time was located five feet behind me along with an empty can of acetone. The sparks created by the welding process flew over my head and unbeknownst to be ignited the propellant saturated towels. I finished my weld and removed my shield, but when I turned around I was faced with a raging fire. I knew that it was only a matter of seconds before the empty can exploded and filled the shop with fiery shards of death shrapnel. With unprecedented dynamisism (not doubt heightened by the countless cascade and rucking drills) I leapt for the extinguisher and subdued the blaze. Once again a catastrophe was avoided by quick thinking and swift action.
Holy schmoly. What the hell did I just go through? In one my biggest scares yet, I just survived practice with the Glendale Rugby Club.
Without boring you with details (or giving Coach Jerry any ideas), I can summarize it like this. Imagine a 2 hour long 'Check 1,2' rucking drill.
And of course they forgot to mention to me that in addition to my mouthpiece and boots, I was supposed to bring my own oxygen to the pitch. There such as shit wasn't any out there.
Stay robbish.
Bus
Thanks for your concern, Bus. But don't worry. I have come up with a very strict regiment for rehabilitation. Of course I will be doing plenty of the ole rest, ice compression, and elevation stuff. However, I have a secret weapon. The way I figure it, I need plenty of protein (for the muscle) and milk (does a body good) to speed up my recovery. Therefore I have decided to go on a 100% Chili Cheese Burrito diet. Its perfect, the chili has the protein, the cheese has the dairy (or milk) and it even has an extra bonus of carbs in the tortilla. I should be back on the pitch in no time.
I hear hyperbaric chamber is code word for ccb in TO’s house.
-Rob
The rucking support drill we did yesterday at practice provided a definate scarewithrob.
Rob and his blazing dynamicism did not participate in the first phase of the drill, as he opted to support one-legged-Chaddles on a "Hippo" in the second phase. Chaddles took the "Hippo" ball at pace and raced towards the pad-like defenders. Feeling like a spring chicken in the crisp night air, Chaddles decided he would give defending pad Matt Upton a "shot at the title." Rob was in good support of Chadly as they neared impact, but it turned out, his support was too good. Chad's aggressive strike force on Upton, was repelled straight into Rob's cranium when Chad got stood up, slamed into Rob's supporting head, stumbled backwards, and dropped the football. It was almost like a "double kiss" in the game of billards. For this analogy I would like you to envision Upton as the cushiony rail (I know, cushiony is a good word), Chad was the 8 ball bouncing off the rail in the opposite direction from which it came and Rob was the Cue ball trailing the ball it just hit into the rail.
UPDATED TO ENSURE NO CONFUSION: Chad was the person running with the ball, therefore he is the one who dropped the football.
Rob staggered off from the collision punch drunk and possibly slightly concussed telling enforcer Scully that all he could see was "like a black cloud."
Luckily, Rob's sheer manliness and dynamic make-up pulled him through the remainder of practice with no further scares to speak of.
On to Mobile for more fun and games.
I would like to make an addition to the list. As scares seem to be plentliful in my life these days, here is just a couple more that come to mind:
1) While visiting the homeland (Japan), practicing my dynamic samurai moves, I was woken up by a pretty crazy movement of the room. Since I was on the 25th floor of a highrise condo, this SCARED the shit out of me. I turned the TV on to see what was going on, and I remembered that I don't speak-a any Japanese-a. Luckily is wasn't that bad of an earthquake, but is was a possible scare.
2) Once again, I found a way to hurt myself. Looks like I pulled my groin in practice yesterday. Not sure of the damage yet...definite scare!!
chalk 'em up
Definite huge scare Saturday night (besides Briefcase cheating at shuffleboard). When a low key night at Finn's turned in a raucous affair at the Red Eye, it was a sign of scary things to come.
As I stumbled into my house in the wee hours off the morning (and right out the back door to yack, but that's neither here nor there), I decided a meal of food might help to prevent a hungover Sunday. Problem solved, as I throw a frozen pizza into the oven. And then for untold reasons, I decide that it's time to go to bed. Not pass out on couch, but actually get in bed under covers. The rest, as they say, is history.
I should call Totino's and offer them this picture for their 'Party Pizza' box art. It's estimated this pizza cooked at 400° for 4-5 hours, until my roommate Bert discovered the caper. In summation, the house didn't burn, the oven is dirty and smelly, and I went to bed hungry.
Beloved Rob is currently en route to one of his motherlands, the island of Japan. Japan can be a very scary place... Samurais, atom bombs, Takanori Gomi. Let's all wish Rob a safe journey. I'm sure we'll all be thinking of him when he head to practice in the 100° heat.
First off, sorry for the lack of material. The season is getting ready to gear up, so we'll be hanging out more and witnessing many more scares.
Dynamic Rob and Winger James seem to have found a special form of offseason training. While a few us crazy bastards have been jumping off boxes and pulling sleds, these two have been sharpening the skills of mouth-eye coordination.
Oh Man, what a scary weekend!
Thursday night, we had a scare with Kern. This post may be the only recollection Kern may have of this scare, since he could barely stand up straight. His inability to stand actually brought about this scare, which occurred when he decided to lean a certain large man’s truck outside of the red eye. Shortly after, he was looking up into the night from the pavement after receiving a SUMO Push from this too many cupcake eating fatass. Don’t worry we were able to diffuse this altercation by reminding Kern that bars were still open and by telling fatty there was a two for one sale at dunkin donuts.
This wasn’t the only scare I witnessed this weekend. After leaving Sean (Bus) sleeping standing straight up at red eye downtown, Scary Joey also had a scare on Friday at 5:00 in the morn at Grits. As joey was tastefully sipping his 42nd drink of the night, a polite young man approached with one simple question on his mind. As many of us may have wondered the answer to this same enigma, this kid decided to ask joey, “hey man, are you GAY??? We were just wondering, the bartenders to ask and think you should leave…” Oh yes, read it again, it was no typo. Amazingly, Joey wasn’t too pleased with this curious young mans inquiry. As fists were about to rain from the sky, somehow we actually averted another scary situation and made it home scare-free. Until, joey stopped me as I was about to shut the door to my house and went into my bathroom to praise the porcelain gods.
A routine practice turned into a regular frightfest Thursday night. It all started when Scary Joey Nieto remarked to me and Rob that he wasn't sure how much fuel he had. The gauge is broken and he is not sure how long the low fuel indicator light has been on. Lo and behold, the car starts sputtering just as we reach the apex of the GNO Bridge. With some praying, rocking back and forth, and Flintstone action, we managed to coast to the Terry Pkwy exit, and petrol was procured.
More to come on this crazy night...
in breaking news...there was a serious scare with bus after his horrific discovery of the closing of the infamous Platinum Plus in Memphis, TN. After discovering this tragedy, Bus immediately stood up in disgust and threw his computer monitor out of the seventh floor window of his office causing multiple scares all over this downtown street. Luckily, James was around and ran from a block away (passing Joe) and caught the monitor with one hand. Don’t worry Bus, Visions will be here when you get back.
Moral of the story: Bus likes boobies and James is faster than Joe
You Stay Classy New Orleans!!
I spend all this time worrying about Rob that sometimes I take my own safety for granted. Thankfully, Rob had a pretty scare-free weekend, though I wish I could say the same. In the last 10 minutes of the match at Pensacola, I went up with a hard charging attacker and took the worst of it. I got knocked out temporarily, and there were some (mostly unfounded) fears of a neck/spinal injury. EMS arrived to whisk me away to the ER, where a doctor (I asked for House, M.D.) cleared my neck, and scanned my CAT. I live to fight another day with just a minor headache and a very sore/stiff body.
Could you imagine the scares if Rob trained with one of these? I'm thinking repeated bungie to the face.
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In a coordinated attack, the ants threw the ant bully Rob into a formic acid frenzy. Preliminary findings point to a speedy and successful recovery for Rob.