July 11, 2010

• Beanbagin

  Friday night I had another date with this guy I have been seeing. We wound up going to a nice Italian restaurant at the Bolingbrook Promenade which is a large outdoor mall in the area. So anywho I got a pasta dish and he got a seafood salad, which sounded all sorts of good. Maybe I''m not used to fancy restaurants, but when his salad came out we both sat there staring at it in disbelief. This was the smallest salad I've even seen. In fact, it wasn't even as big as my salad that came with my meal. It was a $10 salad which depending on who you ask, may or may not be a lot of money to pay for a salad. Either way, it was crazy how small this damn thing was.

  Yesterday was the annual beanbag tournament that my brother's in laws host every year. I'd take the time to explain beanbags to you, but honestly, I just don't want to. Partners are chosen randomly by drawing a card. My partner wound up being another gay guy who is very good friends with my brother. Out of 18 teams, I'm pretty sure we were the only gay team there. Not that it mattered. Anywho, sometimes I can be very good at beanbags. Other times, I'm really bad. And sometimes, I'm somewhere in between. The same went for my partner. Yesterday, we were somewhere in between, which is not good enough to win. It was a double elimination tournament which means that you would play a match of best 2 of 3 and if you lost, you would not be eliminated until you lost another 2 out of 3 to a different team. Well, first up we played my best friend and my brother's mother in law. We won the first game but then got out asses totally kicked the next 2 games. That's okay, we were still alive. About 45 minutes later, we played another match, this time against a neighbor guy who won the tournament the first year and my sister in law. We won the first game and lost the second game. It came down to a third and final game. I should clarify that we play up to 21. Well, we were up 19-13 and it was looking like my team would advance for the first time since the first year of the tournament 3 years ago. Well, my sister in law managed to get 6 points on her throw and the game was tied. Before I threw against the neighbor guy, I told him that one of us could very well end things right here. Of his 4 bags, 2 had made it in the hole, while one of mine had made it in and I had one last bag left to throw. I had to get it in the hole to avoid us losing, if I didn't get it in the hole then we would be done. I threw it and it headed toward the whole before sliding just to the left of the hole. With that, we were done. How heartbreaking. What's worse is that now I've got to wait a whole year before I can get a chance to redeem myself.

  Eventually, my brother Mark and another friend of ours wound up winning the tournament. We played another tournament afterward for less money and this time I got paired up with my other brother, John, but had the same result, we were promptly eliminated.

  As of right now I have sworn off playing in next year's tournament. But, that might change, I also think I'm going to buy a set of boxes and practice like hell and get really good and win the damn thing.

  • 5:37 pm
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