The Godfather

 Me and the Burrower (or is it the Burrower and I?) have had a busy couple of weeks.  Last weekend was the Kentucky Derby, which, like everyone knows, is an excuse to put on floppy hats and drink early in the day.  We ended up at the usual hang out spot to celebrate, watch my horse (Sabercat) lose, and then starting Cinco-De Mayo festivities ensure. To make sure I finished off my case of PBR, it ended the night with flippy cup as usual.

Normal weekend here in Charlotte.

Later that week was also our first wedding anniversary.  We made it magical-esk like usual, with just dinner and a movie.  Nothing fancy, but we are simple people.  What people mostly give for traditional wedding gives doesn't apply to us.  She wanted a new vacuum, and I wanted a go-Pro.

I figured the irony of taking a picture of a camera would be lost on most people, just I just went with the stock photo.  I haven't had a chance to test it in action yet, but here is just a test of some of the fun in which you can have with it, I was pretending I was an airplane.  If your my facefriend I posted it, otherwise I believe I deleted it already.  It was magical, you can believe me for that.  But this will definitely be helpful for future post to come and more importantly crashes to be witnessed.

Last Friday we also went to the All American Rejects concert.  This is one of my favorite bands and I have been a fan since the beginning.  It was a kick ass show.  I also loved the venue, the Fillmore, a small place compared to an amphitheater, but a great sound and energy.  Plus I am old, and there was only minimal ringing in the ears after we left.

Since the Burrower had to work all weekend I made a point to go up to the Uwharrie National Forrest trails.  I haven't been up there since last August for the official "opening" of them, but it offers real climbing without driving up to the real mountains and it is a lot closer (1 hour vs 2.5) for me to get to. It is also so peaceful out there.  There was one moment of excitement, I almost got run over by a flock of deer, ironically on a trail called "White Tail".  It does make you enjoy nature, even if you are scared for your life.

Not much in terms of racing for now, but I am going on vacation next week to become the godfather to my old roommates son.  It will be a week of fun, drinking with old friends, and just general craziness.

Then the next week watching my new little sister graduate from high school.  It will be an action, travel packed week so hopefully when I come back I have more good stories and pictures than this post. 

I am allowed to bring the bikes, lets just hope the roof rack in which I have fits the rental car...could be a game time decision. 

You ready for some girl on girl action?

Those were the opening words the rabid announcer said as we walked into the Grady Cole Center just outside of uptown for the last home bout of the Charlotte Roller Girls sponsored by PBR

Although our neighbors have gone to almost every roller derby match in Charlotte it was a new experience to me and the burrower. With names such as Pamela Ander-slam and Puncher Peahole how could this not be considered family friendly entertainment? First match was the "B" squad or the "Bedazzlers" as they like to be called.


After whopping up on the competition they ended up winning 164 to 54 or something like that. The Blond Bombshell had a few big rounds and ended scoring like 45 points or something like that by herself. I wish I gotten a good picture of her as she looked like one of the few girls who, well how do I put this delicately, one of the few who couldn't kick my ass.

At halftime there was also a prize giveaway sponsored by that wonderful hipster beer PBR.


I ended up with a headband and my neighbors let me borrow the matching wristband to complete the outfit.

I fit right in.

After the B squad finished their rout, the "A" team or the "All-Stars" took their turn. It started out as as a one sided match not in favor of the home team, but with 6 minutes left in the 2nd half they were starting to make a game of it. The crowd was roaring, the girls throwing elbows and each other, and the jerseys were getting tugged in places that most jerseys could only dream of getting caught up in.




Not a bad night for me, got some rub on PBR tattoos, a PBR headband, PBR pins, and just for poops and giggles, I even had a PBR. After all they do for the sport of roller derby, I think they deserved my business for the night.