The BBQ season kicks off

It's been a long while since the TWAHT'rs all crapped in unison on a Friday morning. And a few months of playing hockey with no after-game vittles has left many of us looking a tad anorexic. So before we faded into nothingness, a nice healthy and hearty meal was in order. I mean, whats the point of burning off 2000 calories if the result is a nice trim body? Something HAD to be done. And it was.

Our friend, and yet our enemy...the Grill. I think this is grill number 6? 7?

The usual cast of miscreants and misfits began gathering shortly after dark's supposed victory.

Pete, Bill and Geoff are impressed with TJ's disappearing hand trick

Linus becomes psychotic if waiting for more than 3 minutes to be served. John looks a little uncomfortable standing next to him and Rob begins turning raw meat into something we just cant say no to.

Linus snaps from the pressure.

"My BFF" Mike and Fred chum up.

Blury group shot...and at least Geoff is scratching up.

Geoff and Joe "smile" for the camera while Scot desperately tries and fails to present "the shocker"

Waiting for more food!

Vesa (Carl), Scot, Fred and Bill M. would not leave me alone until I took a good picture of them together.

Mike does his best impression of Sloth..."baby ruth" as Matt tries to ignore the continual Goonies references.

The Grill is the hardest worker in TWAHT hockey

John, Linus and Bill are STILL closest to the grill

Rob came back for a cameo appearance, and was the catalyst for the BBQ. Pete is wondering what the hell he is still doing here.

Men of TWAHT hockey

I think this is when Linda came out to do her striptease.

Ahhhhh...chipotle ribs being cut...

...by our in-house meat packer. Just look at that smile as he plays with his meat.

Bill and Geoff discuss meat packing

WTF are you all looking at? Vesa seems occupied and just wants that mellish!

I just KNOW Scot and Linus are laughing at the Schaefer in Bill's hands

Smoke rises: Always a good sign to get near the grill for the next serving!

I take over the grilling duties and subsequently drop 2 hot dogs, destroy a burger, burn 2 ribs and eat twice as much as I would have had I been further away.

I wish I concentrated this much on the ice.


If you look real close to the right of the screen, you can see Bill P slipping into ecstasy while others get THEIR fill too.

Scot practicing to be more ornery than Pete

RIBS!!!!

More ribs...much better looking than all of you

Vesa and Bill start the drinking contest

Mike challenges John F to a rumble



A great night for being a TWAHT.

PInk.....white or dark???

it has been a long 10 months...who wants to shower first?

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

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.