That’s an AWESOME war story. I’ve officiated football for 8 years now and do games from sandlot on Tuesdays to FCS games on Saturdays now. I do it because I enjoy the activity, and I genuinely like being around the kids. However, I would rather work 1500 college games in a row, where you are harassed to no end by coaches, called the N word (I’m white?), and traveling great distances in a minivan with crotchety old men, than take on a little league or middle school assignment with the Daddy Bowl trophy on the line. I could go on and on, but anyone that officiates any sport has my immediate and utmost respect. Shits rough.
Tonight: got the little Bogey to myself so I’d say we’ll head downtown to check out a cover band.
Saturday: pontoon mode all day, then heading out with the brother on our annual fireworks shopping spree. Expect Roman Candles to be measured in pounds and mortar shells by the wheelbarrow load in anticipation for the 4th. We’ll probably hit an Appy league game up post explosives run.
Sunday: golf with the brother and step brothers, followed by Sunday cookout and I might even mow the damn yard. Getting real crazy y’all.
Nah, it’s probably just a good run of bad luck man or you weren’t the right fit and be thankful they figured it out for you before you learned first hand. Or you could be getting effed by opening it up to external candidates, interviewing them and the subsequently just hiring someone internally. The latter is the absolute worst because the hiring manager has literally wasted everyone’s time.
My member guest partner tied a tournament record with a 60 during best ball. We’d eaten 1/4 oz of mushrooms, and didn’t stop hitting a vape pen the entire time. I looked for our balls so much only to realize they were the ones on the green. I remember all of two holes of the entire day.
Ouch 19th. We get full privileges and discounts on food and bev, and in pro shop for $135 a month. Only catch is, it’s in the middle of nowhere. T&P’s your game finds an affordable home.
I’ve met most of my post grad friends through our country club. The membership is on average much older, but the younger guys like myself share in the same interests like getting away from our spouses and responsibilities for 4-6 hour increments a few times a week, drinking domestic light cans in bulk, and checking out the pool scenery from 10 tee. It’s went from bimonthly Sunday game to quarterly trips to Dirty Myrtle and never wondering who’s coming over for the cookouts and big sporting events.
Hey, poop joke kid, head on over to Chive or something with this. We’re all trying to waste time at work not trying to hear jokes our nieces and nephews would tell us.
Anybody else’s back sweat while driving? It’s honestly my biggest complaint in life. Any trip over an hour or so, is very uncomfortable, and I usually wind up bareback if it’s between March and November.
Truly a rookie move to be going 20 over if your playing across console lines. Everyone that’s anyone sets the cruise for 5 over, and keeps their eyes on the road, right? Unless you can’t operate your hand without looking at it.
It helps when they give you a heads up that will be the format, but I tend to ramble when I’m nervous. I like having my answers ready to fire in my head and not churching the replies up too much. KISS/STAR hybrid for me.
QSL trips after baseball games were my favorite spending summers up in Western PA/NE Ohio, and they’ve recently opened one here in God’s Country. However, I’ll always declare Hooters Daytona wings, hot, are the GOAT of chain wings. Fight me if you think I’m wrong.
Charity golf scramble for work at 2 today. Going to check out a new wing joint that is BYOB with the wife and couples friends tonight. Tomorrow I’m spotting for my buddy’s late model car at Bristol, lake house party win or lose. Sunday, probably signing the divorce papers my liver will send over.
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That’s an AWESOME war story. I’ve officiated football for 8 years now and do games from sandlot on Tuesdays to FCS games on Saturdays now. I do it because I enjoy the activity, and I genuinely like being around the kids. However, I would rather work 1500 college games in a row, where you are harassed to no end by coaches, called the N word (I’m white?), and traveling great distances in a minivan with crotchety old men, than take on a little league or middle school assignment with the Daddy Bowl trophy on the line. I could go on and on, but anyone that officiates any sport has my immediate and utmost respect. Shits rough.
Bet your ass it does.
Tonight: got the little Bogey to myself so I’d say we’ll head downtown to check out a cover band.
Saturday: pontoon mode all day, then heading out with the brother on our annual fireworks shopping spree. Expect Roman Candles to be measured in pounds and mortar shells by the wheelbarrow load in anticipation for the 4th. We’ll probably hit an Appy league game up post explosives run.
Sunday: golf with the brother and step brothers, followed by Sunday cookout and I might even mow the damn yard. Getting real crazy y’all.
Nah, it’s probably just a good run of bad luck man or you weren’t the right fit and be thankful they figured it out for you before you learned first hand. Or you could be getting effed by opening it up to external candidates, interviewing them and the subsequently just hiring someone internally. The latter is the absolute worst because the hiring manager has literally wasted everyone’s time.
My member guest partner tied a tournament record with a 60 during best ball. We’d eaten 1/4 oz of mushrooms, and didn’t stop hitting a vape pen the entire time. I looked for our balls so much only to realize they were the ones on the green. I remember all of two holes of the entire day.
Underrated movie that can be quoted for days: O Brother Where Art Thou
Ouch 19th. We get full privileges and discounts on food and bev, and in pro shop for $135 a month. Only catch is, it’s in the middle of nowhere. T&P’s your game finds an affordable home.
I’ve met most of my post grad friends through our country club. The membership is on average much older, but the younger guys like myself share in the same interests like getting away from our spouses and responsibilities for 4-6 hour increments a few times a week, drinking domestic light cans in bulk, and checking out the pool scenery from 10 tee. It’s went from bimonthly Sunday game to quarterly trips to Dirty Myrtle and never wondering who’s coming over for the cookouts and big sporting events.
Hey, poop joke kid, head on over to Chive or something with this. We’re all trying to waste time at work not trying to hear jokes our nieces and nephews would tell us.
Anybody else’s back sweat while driving? It’s honestly my biggest complaint in life. Any trip over an hour or so, is very uncomfortable, and I usually wind up bareback if it’s between March and November.
Truly a rookie move to be going 20 over if your playing across console lines. Everyone that’s anyone sets the cruise for 5 over, and keeps their eyes on the road, right? Unless you can’t operate your hand without looking at it.
It helps when they give you a heads up that will be the format, but I tend to ramble when I’m nervous. I like having my answers ready to fire in my head and not churching the replies up too much. KISS/STAR hybrid for me.
Rib-eyes and longnecks tonight.
Street Festival and Marina party tmrw night.
Reviewing and practicing STAR interview answers on Sunday for an interview Tuesday. We need a W on this one y’all.
Tech guy is also usually tasked with keeping everyone’s heaters and lighters dry. How do I know you ask? Sigh, I’m always tech guy.
QSL trips after baseball games were my favorite spending summers up in Western PA/NE Ohio, and they’ve recently opened one here in God’s Country. However, I’ll always declare Hooters Daytona wings, hot, are the GOAT of chain wings. Fight me if you think I’m wrong.
Shit, ain’t no shame in Sir Elton. Also, Rogues…we see who makes the big money around here.
Charity golf scramble for work at 2 today. Going to check out a new wing joint that is BYOB with the wife and couples friends tonight. Tomorrow I’m spotting for my buddy’s late model car at Bristol, lake house party win or lose. Sunday, probably signing the divorce papers my liver will send over.
Ellen’s getting ready to give Terry the same action as he’s been giving Rosie. Except it’s going to be in a courtroom. And their clothes will be on.
We will find you and end you. PGP Appalachian Annex
43. Damn I need a heater and a large draft beer