Blown calls all weekend long

Welcome everyone, lets get this started.
Dear Diary:
I want to start out by talking about my Sat. night. The boys and I head down to Mil-town for the Bucks game and some potential whaling after. The game was excellent because Charlie, Bell and V, were lighting it up against a sorry looking Hawks team. The Bucks were able to put up a free McCafe, thats a win with over a 100, without the likes of Michael Redd. Who tears knee ligaments anyway, what happened to throwing some dirt on it and getting back in there for the love of the game. You know that if he didn't get paid unless he is playing he would brace that thing and get back on the court to earn that paycheck. The game ended up being close in the score even tho the Bucks dominated all game, mostly due to some horrible calls by the refs. Refs are turning into athletes, b/c they know if they blow a call they will end up on sportscenter. Speaking of blowing calls, how about that Superbowl, if you didn't think that fumble by Kurt Warner needed to be reviewed, then you are a) a steelers fan or b) blind. Enough ranting, time to get to the fun stuff, Whaling. If you don't know what it is then go now and never come back b/c this blog probably isn't for you. My boy Dierks starts off the night strong right off the bat by reeling in a dolphin. You can't call her a whale due to the lack of blubber but the challenge did get serious from then on out. Later on in the night everyone else hasn't even stepped on the court yet with Dierks, but the game was about to change due to rain delay. It was raining hotties left and right. Maybe I should have mentioned this, but we decided to go whaling b/c our game has been like Redd's will be for the rest of the year, on the sideline. Suddenly everyone dusts off the cleats and onto the field. Everything is working, from pick up lines to can I buy you a drank. Game is being spread all over the bar. I see my boy Wace doing work and chics friend is all alone, so I step in to prevent girl leaving b/c her friend is all alone. Nothing worse then getting a repor going with a chic and her friend makes her bail b/c she isn't getting any action. Sorry Dierks. Wace and I are getting it going and before you know it, bar time. So Wace gets chics number to contact later and messes up huge by closing the phone before storing the number. Facebook even failed to save him from the blunder. What a blown call Wace. Well for poppin my cherry on this blog I would have to say it went well but I need to work on the climax. Until next weekend I guess...

Oh yeah, my boy Kevin won the contest by coming out of nowhere and wrangling a killer whale, I guess no one told him about the hold to a later date or he drank her hot...I hope