Re: Good morning, how was everbody's weekend?

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Jul 24, 2017, 8:42 AM

good.

Took Friday off and headed up to Clemson with Dad in the am to try to get to the IPF before they shut the doors at 1pm (something made up about needing the rest of the day/night to cool it off for the Ladies' Clinic starting at 7am). Dad managed to shoehorn all of his pen15s and stuff in his last-life crisis car he got a week ago, an Infiniti Q60. I averaged about 87mph on the way up when not stuck behind godawful traffic, but the traffic still made it a 3 hour trip on the nose.

Dad has a fran in Moncks Corner named "Huck", a 78 year old naval shipyard retiree who has been making knives for 35 years or so. He's made 10 or so knives from the stadium white oak, and a handful of oyster knives. He made a knife especially for Dabo, and his only request was to get a pic of Dabo with the knife if possible.

The LC organizer brought Kathleen Swinney by on Friday when we were setting up to show her the knife. She thought it was the coolest thing, and tried to get Dabo over that afternoon, but we never saw him in the IPF. I don't think that woman is crazy, like Gus Malzahn-wife crazy, but I do think the possibility exists that her purse is mostly filled with methamphetimine. She is a million mph. Always. Robbie Caldwell's wife and daughter stopped by and chatted with us for a half hour or so. That woman is a trip, and she ended up doing most of her Christmas shopping at our table. I know what the entire Caldwell family is opening on Christmas morning now. She had a bunch of stories about their time at NC State (had to do their own landscaping on campus, admin wouldn't replace the lights in the weightroom because too expensive, etc.), Auburn, and Vandy. Asked her if they were happy enough to stay for the rest of his career, and she said "if he doesn't drop dead on the sideline or get fired, we'll retire here." Kathleen and Nora Lynn spent $700, before the Clinic even opened up the next day. Went on buddy's boat on Hartwell for a few hours--was scorching hot, and the lake looked super-inviting, until we jumped in and realized it was a warm as piss. About 5' down, it was quite refreshing, but there's less available oxygen at that depth, I've found. Buddy's 12 year old daughter is a gymnast who can do a standing backflip, and she challenged me to a backflip contest. I stuck the landing. She stood on the edge of the boat and hemmed and hawed about hitting her head on the boat since she's used to jumping up and not out. I'm fortunate to not have that problem being a non-athlete who never pondered a standing backflip. She finally did it, and....hit her head on the boat. Scared her more than anything, nice little knot on the back of her head, and didn't hear the end of it for the rest of the weekend because we're a bunch of old men who talk shit to ANYBODY, including 12 year old girls. Dinner at Blue Heron was pretty friggin' good. That place was Niffer's that last time I was in it, if that tells you anything.

Got to IPF at 6:30am (woof). They opened the floodgates at 7:30 or so, and it was CHAOS for about 90 minutes. Dad sold more before 9am than he did the entire day last year. Just nuts. And they played the Clemson-USC game on the IPF big screen. Like...the whole, unedited game. Best Dabo quote of the day: "Everybody talks about us being 'defending national champions'. I don't want to hear that. We ain't defending nothin'. We're 'ATTACKING NATIONAL CHAMPIONS'."

Brad Scott stopped by, got to chat with him for a bit. I informed Dad that Brad is, or should be considered, the unheralded architect of our national championship. His connections in Florida, along with his prowess at gaming the camp/HS coach system over the last decade (all legally until the NCAA closed that loophole recently) is how we get the Sammy Watkins and Tony Stewards and the Stephone Anthonys. Dad gave him a pen in light of this discovery, and Brad was pretty psyched.

Dabo was too slammed to stop by and grab the knife during the day, but Kathleen and a handful of other folks got us up to his office after the even was over. He saw Dad and was like "you're the pen guy!" Made Dad's year.

Did dinner at Calhoun Corners that night, which is now tradition. Sent Dad home and barhopped a little with buddy. TD's and Backstreets looked like Clemson looks in the summer, maybe 15 people in each place. TTT looked like Clemson on a game weekend. Still have no idea how they do it, but it was packed. We were the creepy 40-somethings. No effs given.

9.5/10 weekend.

Some random pics:

This is supposed to show the tiger paw in the middle of the IPF so you can see where we were set up, but enjoy the accidental LBOD.

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Friday, Mrs. and I took RH Mom and Joonyer and his girlfriend out to eat at a restaurant owned by some good friends of ours. Food was excellent (as always), got the VIP treatment from owners (as always). Went home and drank Puff, Jai Alai, and crashed. Find out the next morning that the restaurant was smash and grab burglarized over night. Hard to believe considering where it's located, but people are brazen these days.

Saturday, long stroll around the estate with pup early because I knew it was going to be H O T, then chores around the house. Then, chores at RH Mom's. Took off to look for a new pair of shoes for work, then came home to get Mrs. Tig to go to the Whitewater Center and see Acoustic Syndicate. She wasn't feeling it, and quickly acquiesced to her desire not to go because heat was brutal. Decided to go to Full Spectrum Brewery in Fort Mil instead. GREAT little taproom, the staff there is pretty cool, had a nice long chat about beer and breweries with the brewmaster. Most of their beers are good, but not great, with the exception of their Carolina Reaper Amber Roast Ale. Freaking fantastically complex beer using ingredients sourced in Fort Mill, and the reaper burn is strong but controlled enough not to be overpowering. Took a sixer home with me. Definitely not a beer you'll drink more than a pint of at a sitting, but impressive nonetheless. Left the taproom and went to Papa Murphys for a pizza, went home and watched Serenity on TV, crashed.

Sunday, got up and spent the morninglooking for new bands to listen to, did some housecleaning of music files on the external drive (or, The Bible, as I call it) then did a few house chores until grocery store time. Made grocery run, thought I had he11ish thunder storm beat but got dumped on by monsoon rains as I pulled up in the driveway and took groceries in with the umbrella. Rained about 30 minutes, and quit just in time to load up the bass and go to band practice. Played for about 2 hours, went home and ate falafel with sour cream cucumber sauce, and couscous. Praise Allah. Cleaned up kitchen, spent the rest of the night converting some .FLAC files to mp3 so I can play them in the car. Then, crashed.

After the final tally, the weekend scored a very respectable 9.8/10, deduction for the brutal heat. Although, it's wasn't really the heat...it was the humidity. As us Sandlappers are wont to say.

Good morning, how was everbody's weekend?

Fun to quite fun

Spent in PA with the in laws. Good overall.

Which marathon are you going to train for? 18 weeks?***

Richmond. Nov.11. 16 weeks.***

Went by too fast

Hot as f**k

Intense. Currently Tucker Israel'ing it out as I type