The replacement BBQ makes it's "debut" 10/23/08

Last night was COLD. Probably the first night this year we could actually feel it. 32 degrees and no moisture in the air at all made for some chilly fingertips while holding our equally chilly beverages. 

Let me backtrack a bit...great stick last night, teams again were evenly talented, even if the desire to win the "championship" was skewed. White dominated and ran over dark with a solid 5-0 win, and Mike M. took the shutout home. Heavy hitting and chippy play was the mindset all night, but in the end, pure finesse won the game.

Ok, back to the important stuff...the new grill! Tom B. decided it was time to donate his secondary grill to TWAHT, replacing the previously "stolen" grill. Now this is story unto itself, because, in fact the grill was NOT stolen! You read right. It was THROWN OUT by the geniuses at WOL who thought it was garbage. So, it is in a landfill somewhere with OUR tasty grease, never again to burn and flavor our various meats. Give me a second...sniff.

Sorry. On with the show...I think it is important, at this point to see where we started, two years ago, with the grilling at TWAHT. My old weber charcoal grill. I can still taste the lighter fluid.

Tom brings down the new stainless unit with sideburner. Holy shit, just what we needed! Another cooking surface. We might as well just all get prescriptions for Lipitor.

There was just one problem...no propane tank. Zamboni guy TJ brought out a huge tank, but unfortunately, the adapter was not the right depth. The little penis thing on the grill adapter could not go deep enough to penetrate the female adapter on the tank. Sounds familiar to some of you, I am sure (locker room pics to come). Tom is saddened by this news.

However, Rob W. comes through again. The portable coleman camping cooker is broken out, and our initial use of the new fancy BBQ is to use it as a table for the coleman. Good enough for us! Bill M. gets it ready to cook our arteries closed.

The boys wait in anticipation for the food.

The three amigos put up their favorite hand symbols. Rich does the fist pump, Mike M. is all about peace, and the evil Joe M. rocks out.

More waiting for the food...I dont think the grill was even started yet. What the fuck guys?

And now to introduce our Grill Master this week...Mr. Rob W., who was also responsible for bringing the portable grill and saving us from becoming waifs with the lack of food.

The first course. Mike B. brought these awesome appetizer meatballs. Thats all she wrote for me taking pictures of food, because in short order, the meatballs were cooked and devoured, then the hot dogs, then the sausages. I am sorry, I do not remember who brought what, except all condiments and chips and I think all rolls were brought by Fred, and the sausages were submitted by Bill P. I'll correct/update if those responsible email me!! I don't think I have ever seen grilling on top of a grill, this picture it just too funny.

Tom B, John A, and Ray E, are very happy to be part of such a wonderful organization. And to be away from the wives and kids for the night.

Three guys, all so into hockey that each MUST wear hockey apparel. Bill "go fuck yourself" P, "smiling" Mike B, and Rob "I must watch the grill and concentrate on it or all will be lost" W.
Victory is sweet for Geoff and Tj. Linus, where did you park your car dood?

I keep Rob W. company while he grills (and I get first servings of food.)

I have no frikking pictures of Pete since he has to go home to get his beauty sleep every week, and when I finally get one, it is blurry. I blame it on Bill M. It's just easier that way.


Some updated pics, taken by TJ will be posted up on the right sometime in the next day or two. I will be doing my best to have one good shot of each player in that whole column as individuals, then I will make a posting one day of all action shots. As well, for those who didnt know, I videotaped last nights action. I will be posting up some clips from that as well at some time.