The Memorial: The Sounds of Silence

I have had enough. 6 months of radio silence has been too much for these ol' legs to bear. Sure, Ratt sucks as a human and doesn't deliver on his duties. That much is clear. But that is what we get for inviting an AIDS riddled lesbian to the Memorial in the first place. Your title of Director of Audio & Visual of The Memorial has been stripped. You are now title-less AND trophy-less. Good luck with that!! I have a suggestion for your next job:

I can't wait to cram your head up someone else's ass in a few weeks in the Fantasy championship!!

Enough bitterness. Can you believe it is almost Christmas!? Christmas equals a new year and a new year equals a new Memorial. A new chance to take home the hardware! January is when the invitations go out. I can not express to you the happiness that I get in knowing that we now have a pool of 14 dudes to fill our roster out. It doesn't look like we should ever be scrambling to get that 12th member. Huge. Although I may prefer scrambling than being partnered up with Rat Newhouse in 2011.

Another interesting story is the redevelopment of Memorial Barn. I have not seen it nor have I seen pictures, but the word is that Memorial Barn was used for a wedding reception over the summer and looked to be in pristine condition! For those who saw the clean-up job that Beard did, it is no wonder! But hopefully we don't get an avalanche of snow and rain to derail any progress to The Estate. Although I must admit that I prefer a simpler, shoddy and run down Barn. But regardless, it is 100 times the host that the Red Oak Chalet was.

2010 was an obstacle with Krista's wedding and Beard's wedding falling within 2 weeks of The Memorial. 2011 should be a bit smoother. Joe Nacho's wedding is in June but we all know he'll be slinging nachos at us each Wednesday from St Patty's Day on (as long as he can end his holdout). We lost another single competitor as The J-Man decided to take the long walk off the short pier known as the aisle in October. J-Man marks the 3rd official competitor to be married with Brisket Holloway and Joe Nacho nipping at their heels. If I were a betting man, I would make a bunch of money by betting on me to be the last competitor to get married. Unless I meet some stripper and fall madly in love of course. For those who were not in attendance, I would say that this picture sums up the weekend pretty nicely. Good old Papa Beard. Although, I feel like Means is looking into my soul. What followed this picture was Greg puking like he had just completed Blind Man's Beer! And this was BEFORE the reception! That's what happens when you wake up at 8 am to go watch a Dave Wannstedt coached team. Top it off with a solid helping of Dave Cobb and, voila, Greg is puking!