TEAM MARCOLE! What did we win you ask? Well, let me tell you what we won. Nothing. Not yet at least. See, there is a big Polish Horseshoe tournament at Camp McCullough each fall. We were unable to make it last year due to a scheduling conflict. This work out well for Team McCullough, as they were able to win the first annual tourney. This year we had high hopes of going up to show the "competition" exactly how to play. However, as luck would have it, the organizers decided to schedule it on a weekend we were unable to attend once again. Now, I'm not saying that people need to schedule things around our busy lives, but something tells me they did this on purpose. Hey, if Team Marcole isn't there, everyone else has a chance to win. Otherwise, it's a forgone conclusion who the winner is.
Now, some of you may be asking what Polish Horseshoes is in the first place. It is, quite possibly, the best outdoor drinking game around right now. Let me explain. Take two stakes, or ski poles, and place them about 20 feet apart. Place and empty beer, or soda for you non drinkers, bottle on top of the stakes. Using teams of two on each side, toss a Frisbee at the opposing stake and bottle. You are trying to knock the bottle down, either by hitting it directly or by hitting the stake. The team on defense must be holding a bottle in one hand at all times, and is trying to keep the bottle from hitting the ground, as well as the Frisbee. Hitting the bottle directly and knocking it to the ground awards you 2 points, hitting the stake and knocking the bottle to the ground awards you 1 point. If you miss the Frisbee, the team throwing the Frisbee earns 1 point as well. Keep in mind, all this must be done with a beverage in your hand. Now, it doesn't need to one of the alcoholic variety, but to make it a drinking game, it probably should be! When do you drink you ask? Simple, you take a drink for each point the other team gets. The longer you play, the more interesting it gets.
Now, back to the tournament. Like I said, I'm pretty sure it was specifically chosen for this weekend to keep Nichole and I out. I smell fear in the opponents, and this keeps them safe, if only for one more year. Nichole and I are foaming at the mouth at the idea of taking everyone down. We are going to start a run, much like the UCLA Bruins men's basketball team of the late 60's and early 70's, or my beloved Boston Celtics back in the late 50's and late 60's. Practice up guys, we are coming for you next year! I'm just saying...
About Me
- Mark
- I've always wondered if people actually read this stuff. I never do when I'm on other pages. Well, in case, for some strange reason, you find it necessary, I'll give you a little knowledge. I was born in The County. For those of you who don't konw better, that would be Aroostook County. For those of you who do, your jokes won't work on me, they are lame. I'm the son of an investment banker that squandered his every penny on tuna fish sandwiches in the late 80's, and my mother was the lead singer for the Bangles. Neither of those is true, but again, I'm convinced nobody is reading this anyways. I met my wife at a carnival, and we were married by the bearded lady in front of the entire clown brigade. I have a daughter who is training for the 2012 Olympics where she will compete in the Triple Jump and Javelin. We live in a nice little shanty in the woods and are hoping to one day have running water. Any questions?
