Friday, September 11, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
The Entrance
As we walk from the parking lot towards the rink
There is an entrance that makes us all think
Our evening of fun begins through the door
Where tripping and hacking is what we adore
After hours of pretending that we are all pros
Our lack of stick skills is what's really exposed
We change in the lockers, head through that same door
Out to the night where we argue the score
You block us from rain, the wind and the snow
Weaving stories worthy of Henry David Thoreau
Ingesting copious amounts of hop flavored brews
Each one of us taking our turn to amuse
How many nights have we hung out in front?
Probably too much to be perfectly blunt
The chairs are all comfy the people all fun
By now we've forgotten had dark or white won
Friday, June 19, 2009
Frozen drinks, grillin' and gazebo.
Ok, now Im not sure where we can go from here. Last night was yet another step up for the TWAHT organization. A frozen drink machine being run on a generator, a pop up gazebo, and a full grill of burgers and dogs with all of the fixin's. To say our little group has come a long way since our newspaper and lighter fluid dogs flame broiled on an old weber charcoal camping grill is an understatement.
Lest you forgot, we started with this:
The rain fell outside as we tripped, slashed and did our best to maim each other inside. As usual, the team who dominated during regular play fell quickly to the wayside during our "first to 5 championship", which in the end was great, because we got to eat and drink that much sooner. The rain did slow down to a drizzle, but the pop up gazebo made all that much difference with staying dry and creating an atmosphere of partying down.
Rob and Chris did a superb job of catering this soiree. Rob brought the frozen drink machine and all of the mixes, as well as the pop up gazebo, and Chris brought his generator and grill. Thanks to them, and to anyone else who supplied alcohol, burgers, dogs and fixin's, as well as Vesa who took a couple of the pics posted which I couldnt get with my daughters POS camera. Truly we have a noble group of men.
The frozen drink machine was a whirlwind of activity. I personally had one each of the banana, strawberry and pina colada frozen goodness, and shared an ice cream headache with several of you. The machine:
The process begins with some tequila...
...Rob starts the puppy up...
...and pours one out.
We did also have food, of course. The grill was always full of various meat, and just as quick as each course was done, it was consumed even faster.
Chris did a superb job of grilling it all up and manned it for the whole evening. After 2 hours of fat guys coming up to ask when the dogs will be ready, Chris looked a bit exhausted.
Ive always enjoyed "before and after" pics of almost any kind, but especially ones of people "before and after" a few drinks. Here is Linus very early on in the evening...
...and later trying to pawn off US Open tickets for pennies on the dollar.
Scott and Tj decide to bid on the tickets for 45 cents each (or are they just laughing at the spectacle?)
Fred watches the proceedings while Ray enjoys the simple things in life...a Guiness and fat cigar.
Joe and Rich were JUST making fun of me for some reason when I came upon them, Here they are trying to play it off.
Holt is one of our newest Twahts. Fresh twaht....just nothing like it. I think Bill was filling Holt in on who there was not advisable to shower with.
Bill, Bill, Linus and Brian enjoy another awesome TWAHT adventure.
Bill is told about TJ's continuing constipation problems.
Marc calls out for help while Bill and Matt try to fix the flux capacitor. All three men were due back in 1955 to make sure Vesa's parents got together at the dance.
Vesa finds out he was a Finnish army experiment, and his parents were actually gay mutant gerbils. Awkward...
Bill salutes with a drink, while TJ listens to John about White Castle and Dairy Queen franchise opportunities in Connecticut.
Geoff laughs at Holt for suggesting they shower together.
Lest you forgot, we started with this:
The rain fell outside as we tripped, slashed and did our best to maim each other inside. As usual, the team who dominated during regular play fell quickly to the wayside during our "first to 5 championship", which in the end was great, because we got to eat and drink that much sooner. The rain did slow down to a drizzle, but the pop up gazebo made all that much difference with staying dry and creating an atmosphere of partying down.
Rob and Chris did a superb job of catering this soiree. Rob brought the frozen drink machine and all of the mixes, as well as the pop up gazebo, and Chris brought his generator and grill. Thanks to them, and to anyone else who supplied alcohol, burgers, dogs and fixin's, as well as Vesa who took a couple of the pics posted which I couldnt get with my daughters POS camera. Truly we have a noble group of men.
The frozen drink machine was a whirlwind of activity. I personally had one each of the banana, strawberry and pina colada frozen goodness, and shared an ice cream headache with several of you. The machine:
The process begins with some tequila...
...Rob starts the puppy up...
...and pours one out.
We did also have food, of course. The grill was always full of various meat, and just as quick as each course was done, it was consumed even faster.
Chris did a superb job of grilling it all up and manned it for the whole evening. After 2 hours of fat guys coming up to ask when the dogs will be ready, Chris looked a bit exhausted.
Ive always enjoyed "before and after" pics of almost any kind, but especially ones of people "before and after" a few drinks. Here is Linus very early on in the evening...
...and later trying to pawn off US Open tickets for pennies on the dollar.
Scott and Tj decide to bid on the tickets for 45 cents each (or are they just laughing at the spectacle?)
Fred watches the proceedings while Ray enjoys the simple things in life...a Guiness and fat cigar.
Joe and Rich were JUST making fun of me for some reason when I came upon them, Here they are trying to play it off.
Holt is one of our newest Twahts. Fresh twaht....just nothing like it. I think Bill was filling Holt in on who there was not advisable to shower with.
Bill, Bill, Linus and Brian enjoy another awesome TWAHT adventure.
Bill is told about TJ's continuing constipation problems.
Marc calls out for help while Bill and Matt try to fix the flux capacitor. All three men were due back in 1955 to make sure Vesa's parents got together at the dance.
Vesa finds out he was a Finnish army experiment, and his parents were actually gay mutant gerbils. Awkward...
Bill salutes with a drink, while TJ listens to John about White Castle and Dairy Queen franchise opportunities in Connecticut.
Geoff laughs at Holt for suggesting they shower together.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Where are they now? Part one...
In the many years of TWAHT hockey, we have seen players come and go. Many we enjoyed, some we hated, and some....well, were interesting. Chris "the thief" goalie, Gumby, and James "you win this round" P., as well as some other less recognizable characters. So let's salute our missing pieces...
GUMBY
This person, who we never actually got a name of, was one of our favorites. A sub twaht player circa. 2006, he disappeared one night after a game, and never came back. No one ever saw him again, and the news is he got slight brain damage while hanging around my car and drove off the highway that evening. Here he is, in a rare shot at wonderland warming up, caught by the security cameras.
JAMES P.
James played with us a couple of years, until an alcoholic evening turned him into the most wanted man of New Haven County. A state trooper, local police and 2 EMS workers were needed to contain this player at some pool party. As well, liability for the rink is limited to the ice surface, so the picnic table shenannigans of James was the final straw. TWAHT players are upstanding citizens, and we do no tallow players to tarnish our record of philanthropy. Last we knew, James was in rehab at the "Theo Fleury center for rehabilitation" and is doing well. The last known picture of James after he had fallen off The Table in a drunken stupor, and smacked his head on the cement, resulting in a bloody mess.
CHRIS "THE THIEF" GOALIE
What can be said about a 17 year old goalie with dreams of playing pro, who couldnt stop Gumby's shots? Poor Chris. Delusional fantasies of stopping Joe Thornton on a breakaway in game 7 of the Stanley Cup to win the big one. I distinctly remember our conversations:
"Dood, do you think I can make it pro? I mean if I really work at it, I put the time in...I mean I already feel like I am almost there, ya know? I think with another year with you guys or so, I can try out, I mean I really feel like I have some good skills....what do you think?"
"No, you suck."
Oh well, someone had to tell him. I may have been the catalyst for Chris to court a life of crime! Who knew he would sneak back into the locker room to steal cash from people's clothing and bags!? At least he didnt rob us, his "friends". Instead, he decided to go into the other locker room to pilfer: unfortunately, it was the police's locker room! Oh boy. I dont know what happened to Chris, but I heard many stories around the NHL of a thin wiry guy seen sneaking around like Gollum in the locker rooms, and stories of missing cash. No photos exist of Chris, so I'll just put up some representation as if he went pro, but didnt change his ways.
I know there are others...any submissions are welcome!
GUMBY
This person, who we never actually got a name of, was one of our favorites. A sub twaht player circa. 2006, he disappeared one night after a game, and never came back. No one ever saw him again, and the news is he got slight brain damage while hanging around my car and drove off the highway that evening. Here he is, in a rare shot at wonderland warming up, caught by the security cameras.
JAMES P.
James played with us a couple of years, until an alcoholic evening turned him into the most wanted man of New Haven County. A state trooper, local police and 2 EMS workers were needed to contain this player at some pool party. As well, liability for the rink is limited to the ice surface, so the picnic table shenannigans of James was the final straw. TWAHT players are upstanding citizens, and we do no tallow players to tarnish our record of philanthropy. Last we knew, James was in rehab at the "Theo Fleury center for rehabilitation" and is doing well. The last known picture of James after he had fallen off The Table in a drunken stupor, and smacked his head on the cement, resulting in a bloody mess.
CHRIS "THE THIEF" GOALIE
What can be said about a 17 year old goalie with dreams of playing pro, who couldnt stop Gumby's shots? Poor Chris. Delusional fantasies of stopping Joe Thornton on a breakaway in game 7 of the Stanley Cup to win the big one. I distinctly remember our conversations:
"Dood, do you think I can make it pro? I mean if I really work at it, I put the time in...I mean I already feel like I am almost there, ya know? I think with another year with you guys or so, I can try out, I mean I really feel like I have some good skills....what do you think?"
"No, you suck."
Oh well, someone had to tell him. I may have been the catalyst for Chris to court a life of crime! Who knew he would sneak back into the locker room to steal cash from people's clothing and bags!? At least he didnt rob us, his "friends". Instead, he decided to go into the other locker room to pilfer: unfortunately, it was the police's locker room! Oh boy. I dont know what happened to Chris, but I heard many stories around the NHL of a thin wiry guy seen sneaking around like Gollum in the locker rooms, and stories of missing cash. No photos exist of Chris, so I'll just put up some representation as if he went pro, but didnt change his ways.
I know there are others...any submissions are welcome!
Friday, May 22, 2009
Memorial Weekend BBQ blast off
BURP.
I can still feel the food in the pit of my stomach. Just sitting there like so many of our TWAHT players do on the ice. Waiting. Watching. Wondering where to go next. Using little poke checks instead of getting in the fucking guy's face, and giving a bit of an ass kicking. Skating like you only gotta beat grandma in a walker on the ice. Fucking cones.
Where was I?
The reason for my gluttony could not be helped. Rob W. decided a deep fryer for wings and a Coleman burner/stove to make hot sauce, besides the usual grilling would help replace all of those valuable calories we burned off and lost, and miss so much. Everyone chipped in food and beer, and this year's summer BBQ season kick off was the best yet! Thanks to all who brought so much good shit!
On with the pics....
Linus started off things right with some mixed brats and hot dogs. He soon gave up, but complained to Bill D. later that HE was supposed to be the brat guy when Bill D. had to take over. Geoff is present in a supervisory capacity.
Next up, in case you were wondering how you gained 8 lbs last night after 2 hours of full out hockey, the secret ingredient in the hot sauce Rob W. made is.....BUTTER. Ahhhhh....look at that melty goodness. Nothing screams aortic failure like deep fried wings dipped in buttery hot sauce.
And here is the deep frying sequence, done by the talented and charismatic legend of lard, Rob W.
The deep fryer looks just so innocent there...
Rob M. looks on as Rob W. mans the deep fryer.
Rob wisks the first batch of wings into the buttery goodness. Fucking a right dawg!
Meanwhile, another round of brats...like we needed another round of food!
I think John F. likes the brats. Was that number 4 or 5, John?
Bill D. cooks up the last of the cheeseburgers. Yes, we also had cheeseburgers. Why did my stomach hurt again this morning?
Rob W. and Chris D. contemplate the reasons why 21 guys are hanging out in the rink parking lot at 12:45 grilling food and gorging themselves.
Joe, Bob and Bill. What 3 original, uncommon names you three have!
Steve V., Rob M, and Vesa (Carl) look mischevious. Where did you hide that last brat, boys?
Mike, Bubba, John and Matt tease a retarded kid.
Fred, doc and Joe discuss Joe's upcoming sex change operation. Doc, being in the medical field was sure Joe could take at least a "C" cup.
Geza and Geoff liked my sex change joke.
Matt kisses the TWAHT Memorial cup with a 5-4 victory.
Bill M: Linus, I think you got pretty eyes
Linus: Thanks :-)
Geoff, John and TJ look upon Linus and Bill's blooming love
Bubba and our new goalie, TJ.
Rich just smiles away while Bill tries to comfort John who has acquired "limp wrist" disease.
Parting group shot...
I can still feel the food in the pit of my stomach. Just sitting there like so many of our TWAHT players do on the ice. Waiting. Watching. Wondering where to go next. Using little poke checks instead of getting in the fucking guy's face, and giving a bit of an ass kicking. Skating like you only gotta beat grandma in a walker on the ice. Fucking cones.
Where was I?
The reason for my gluttony could not be helped. Rob W. decided a deep fryer for wings and a Coleman burner/stove to make hot sauce, besides the usual grilling would help replace all of those valuable calories we burned off and lost, and miss so much. Everyone chipped in food and beer, and this year's summer BBQ season kick off was the best yet! Thanks to all who brought so much good shit!
On with the pics....
Linus started off things right with some mixed brats and hot dogs. He soon gave up, but complained to Bill D. later that HE was supposed to be the brat guy when Bill D. had to take over. Geoff is present in a supervisory capacity.
Next up, in case you were wondering how you gained 8 lbs last night after 2 hours of full out hockey, the secret ingredient in the hot sauce Rob W. made is.....BUTTER. Ahhhhh....look at that melty goodness. Nothing screams aortic failure like deep fried wings dipped in buttery hot sauce.
And here is the deep frying sequence, done by the talented and charismatic legend of lard, Rob W.
The deep fryer looks just so innocent there...
Rob M. looks on as Rob W. mans the deep fryer.
Rob wisks the first batch of wings into the buttery goodness. Fucking a right dawg!
Meanwhile, another round of brats...like we needed another round of food!
I think John F. likes the brats. Was that number 4 or 5, John?
Bill D. cooks up the last of the cheeseburgers. Yes, we also had cheeseburgers. Why did my stomach hurt again this morning?
Rob W. and Chris D. contemplate the reasons why 21 guys are hanging out in the rink parking lot at 12:45 grilling food and gorging themselves.
Joe, Bob and Bill. What 3 original, uncommon names you three have!
Steve V., Rob M, and Vesa (Carl) look mischevious. Where did you hide that last brat, boys?
Mike, Bubba, John and Matt tease a retarded kid.
Fred, doc and Joe discuss Joe's upcoming sex change operation. Doc, being in the medical field was sure Joe could take at least a "C" cup.
Geza and Geoff liked my sex change joke.
Matt kisses the TWAHT Memorial cup with a 5-4 victory.
Bill M: Linus, I think you got pretty eyes
Linus: Thanks :-)
Geoff, John and TJ look upon Linus and Bill's blooming love
Bubba and our new goalie, TJ.
Rich just smiles away while Bill tries to comfort John who has acquired "limp wrist" disease.
Parting group shot...
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Thanksgiving pics NOW?!
Ok, so Im a bit late, and its already just about Easter. However, I consider Easter just another Thanksgiving, being the agnostic fellow I am. Really, it is all about the food, isnt it?
Speaking of food, the bbq season is about to start again. So who's turn is it to donate a FUNCTIONING grill?
In any event, here are the rest of the t-day pics. "The lost reel"
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