Musings from the ATL

Just flew back from Atlanta and boy are my arms tired. Before I go over the highlights of my Final 4 trip, I saw a preview for the new Nic Cage movie. When did he inherit Tom Hanks' hair?

ANYWAY

Got to hang out with my buddy John, his wife, and my long lost friend Chad Blitz. I hadn't seen him since the last time the Final 4 was in Atlanta. As good as it was to see everyone, Chad Blitz is pretty much the pepperoni to any meat lovers' pizza. Can you enjoy pizza without it? Yes. How much better would the pizza be with it? A zillion times better. Can you eat pepperoni pizza everyday? Hell no. But for a couple days it's bliss. The Blitz highlights included (in chronological order):

- Friday night, we went to this bar called Loca Luna where there is a Taco stand inside. Still on PST, it was still kinda dinner time for me and I had a few myself. Not bad, but can't hold La Playita's jock. Chad, on the other hand, made sweet love to his:




And the glorious after shot:



- Saturday Morning I was awaken around 8am to hearing Blitz on the living room couch making noises like a grizzly bear coming out of hibernation.

- Saturday afternoon the three of us guys went to a park to play basketball. Since there wasn't anyone running game, we played a no holds barred game of "21." After about an hour Chad was so sweaty he decided to take his shirt off. That was the point where I decided to stop playing defense on him. One play he drove in and ran into me. I had a wet stain on my shirt in the perfect shape of Chad's siloughette.

- After the game we decided to get some smoothies. I got a Pineapple Juice w/ Blackberry, Blueberry and Banana smoothie. Hit the spot. Chad bought an Apple Juice with Peach, Wild Cherry and Mango. The jokes started to fly about how that's something my grandmother would drink if she hadn't taken a dump in two days. Coincidentally, after he chucked his smoothie he claimed to have dropped 8 deuces. Same ole Blitz.

- Saturday evening was game time. G'town vs OH St. We're enjoying Chad singing, "All By Myself." That may as well be our national anthem.

- Saturday night after the UF/UCLA game we hit a bar. Some dude is upstairs playing bongos and of course Chad has to get involved with that. Then this cougar comes upstairs and I saw that Chad spotted her. She kept bumping into him while she danced. Too bad he has no game. Two minutes later some dude stepped in and looked like he was gonna close the deal. Chad said he needs to get a blazer to wear to bars so girls will like him. Poor kid. If he only knew.

- Last but not least, we're dropping Chad off at the train station and as he's getting his bags he lets an awful story involving crust fly in front of the ladies. Classic Blitz bad timing.

Once we saw Chad off, the weekend was pretty tame. Boring stuff couples do when they go out together. But every minute was a blast. Hopefully it won't be another five years before we can do it again.