1) For the gamblers out there, the Dean has reached out to his Baggo gurus around the world. One can only presume that he is enlisting their support and training techniques.
2) A certain wife of mine is pressuring me to throw the match citing professional courtesy and my dependence on a good job recommendation from the contender once I graduate. Well, I'm not about to appease anyone...I'm here to compete. Below is a snapshot of a training session in North Little Rock yesterday.
Now, brace yourselves. The following story is emotionally draining. It has all the pieces of a classic Greek tragedy.
On the sultry evening of Friday July 25, 2008, two musical legends from different walks of life joined together for a performance unmatched in the recent history of the Rivermarket venue. B.B. King and Willie Nelson. It would be the cultural event of the summer. I left the cold and lonesome video archive filled with glee as the prospect of a great evening of music and cheer. Once at home, I heard the front door open and my wife on the phone. What? What's that I hear? Plans? Couples...date??? And then, like a wave dashed against a rocky cliff, my hopes of musical ecstacy shattered; we would go on a double date instead to the Fox and Hound not to the Rivermarket. As our evening drew to a close and we drove back over the bridge to LR, I could only hold my head out the window to try and pick a few strums and choruses out of the hot summer night.
Saturday marked a new day, and I was going to grill some ribs. I talked with BBQ legends and heirs to guarded recipes before throwing a slab o' meat on the grill. I can't even begin to explain the happiness one gets painstakingly attending the slow cooking deliciousness. The heat from the flames, the sweet pungent aromas, the sight of a true grilling accomplishment, the sound of a smooth sizzle, and the taste of a cold beer truly made this experience a pleasure for all the senses. After 2 hours, company arrived and it was time to serve. A certain wife of mine suggested that we give the ribs a few more minutes. I gave them a little more heat and tended to the ice cream churn for a few minutes. I don't know what happened next, but I turned to see oranges and yellows flickering inside the grill. I ran back to it only to find that my masterpiece was ruined. It was a cruel end to a heavenly process. They were so young and so beautiful, if only for a fleeting moment, before being taken before they could be truly enjoyed.
2 comments:
Looks like it's time for marriage counseling.
How about you, me, Lara and about 3 margaritas? Should solve those marital woes. :) We'll even get the Burrito to play some Willie for ya.
I miss you two! TWO WEEKS!
You have a specialty for "well done" ribs! Your "company" still enjoyed it and spending time with you and the Mrs! Hope that you're not giving up on the grilling! :-)
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