An amazing foosball tournament the other night just about wore me out. Fifteen games of foos will do that to a person. It’s a good thing we played in my basement, otherwise that would have been about ten dollars worth of foos, which brings me to another point:



We were out at a local bar playing a bit of the old foos, when Keith and Keith, the “Keiths” as I affectionately refer to them, decided to challenge Rob and I to a game. Being the foos-gangsters we were, we could not refuse. Now Keith was a worthy opponent, albeit he had a bit of a ‘tude, but Keith (the other one) was just pure white trash through and through. When I’m playing foos, I am focused on kicking some ass. Keith on the other hand was focused on smoking his cigarette and being generally trashy. At the same time Keith (the other-other one) was busy a) stealing my beer and b) making fun of my shirt.



I could handle the theft of beer, but come on man, you were making fun of my rather hip, laid back, and stylish duds, while you were wearing your trashy just-woke-up-dog-hair-covered shirt, let’s be real here.



It’s a good thing I have such incredible tolerance, lest I may have had to kick some ass.



Oh yeah, and I’m headed to NYC and Susan’s graduation party, so I’ll be back in a few days.