Like a rock star

Needless to say, I've been out there like a rock star for the most part.

On the down side, some of that time was spent at my grandmother's funeral in Buffalo. She was sick for a while so it wasn't unexpected. The service was nice and several things came out. Nobody really had a bad thing to say about her. Also she valued three things: Honesty, integrity and a good party.
I suppose the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
Buffalo's certainly an interesting place. You either leave there as soon as you can or you never do. South Buffalo where all my family lives is as tight knit a place as you'll ever see. I mean peoples weekends in the summer revolve around going to stags, benefits and parties. Even for people they don't know. It's quite astounding and makes me really dig the place. Plus there's something about those industrialized cities. Something special is going on out there with the people. Whether it's there work ethic, there personalities or there nothing can get them down attitudes (maybe a combination of all three.)
Plus everyone in Buffalo usually does the right thing, or at least tries to be as good as they can to each other. I never paid for a drink, even complete strangers were buying me drinks. I think that's possibly what makes them such a tight knit place. That and people there can absolutely swirl some booze back.

One other observation on the East Coast and Buffalo in particular. I think the closeness of Buffalo can be contributed to people having roots there for 100 + years. Out West rarely do you have people that aren't transplants. It's also amazing to see how far developed and logically things are built in the West compared. For instance, roadways, highway exits, power lines etc. just seem to make more sense out here.

I got back last Tuesday and rocked Wednesday and Friday for my buddy Matt's wedding. Matt got married on Saturday and it was a freaking phenomenal time. All the members of both families, the friends and the people I knew all seemed to have a resoundingly fun time. Of course it turned into somewhat of a shit show after a while, with yours truly leading the charge. Plus I totally looked sweet in my outfit. As usual I took over the wedding on the dance floor and was probably one of the sweetest dudes there. At least that's the story I'm telling.

Weddings might be one of my favorite things to attend. There are usually a ton of good looking babes, free booze and everyone in a good mood. I've got a couple more to attend this year and know they'll be a phenomenal time as usual. For all the ladies out there, the big guy is still looking for a date. Of course I'm sure it's only dudes reading this so that might go on deaf ears. But if there's a lady out there, let your boy know.
If not I've got several candidates anyway. You didn't think ole Hef Dub lost his game (or maybe he's recently found it or found what works, or maybe I saw Booker a couple weeks ago and I cut a lock of his hair off that I keep in my wallet.)

But all this rocking and traveling have taken a toll on the big guy. I'm done. Friday I felt a cold coming on and by Monday (thanks to all the rocking) I was done and in bed all day. I did make it a productive day, however, completely cleaning my room and bathroom so it doesn't look like a crack head lives in my area. Good work Mr. Graham.

This weekend I'm heading down to the Rockies home opener. I have this small feeling in my stomach that the Rockies can contend this year — at least in the West. They're the deepest team in the division, they just don't have the star power other teams do. But I really don't see it happening. I think they win 77 games this year. I think the Rox playoff hopes rely on Aaron Cook. If Cook wins 15 + games, the Rox are in. If he doesn't they are not. Heck he's off to a good start. Opening day he twirled 2 1/3 innings of 6 run ball and looked like Happy Gilmore's caddie tossing rocks in a lake instead of a MLB pitcher. Fucking Rockies.

I like the Cubs to win it all, especially if Rich Harden can remain healthy. Great rotation (mark my words, they'll add Jake Peavy by the break) heck of a lineup and a decent bullpen. Plus you got to love Lou Pinella.

Tiger Woods wins the Master's by one shot over Phil Mickelson. Is there anything better than Master's Sunday and laying on the couch all day. I vote emphatically for no. I think it may be my favorite day of the year. I'm going to make some delicious food and enjoy the hell out of the Master's all day long.

Also approaching one of my favorite national holiday's: NFL Draft. That's always a good day for me.

HEF of the Week
While holding court on the dance floor on Saturday evening, I went to the classic worm dance. While this pumped up the crowd, the 100s of Lukeites and most of the ladies in attendance, the injury I suffered was painful. I had my keys, carmex, phone and a rock (not sure how I got a rock in my pocket, but I did in fact have a rock in my pocket). Anyway I did the worm and it bruised the living shit out of my right thigh. This bruise is roughly six inches in diameter. I could barely walk the next day.
Either that or when I woke up on Jill's couch the next morning, belly in full site, sweating and I'm sure making noises like I was about to die (I probably couldn't have smelled to kind either) and Jill's my was sitting on the couch next to me. I could barely talk and just apologized to which she just laughed at me.

Pimps up.