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Tuesday, April 24, 2012

This post brought to you by the letter U

I have begun the countdown.  6 letters to go and it starts with U.
These next few should be pretty challenging.  I have a special post that I have saved for the last one.  I have no idea how I'm going to tie it into X yet but therein lies the challenge.

Have I ever told you the story of the first time I played bingo?  Real bingo?  With old ladies and everything?
Yeah I thought so too.
How about the time I answered the hotel room in my underwear and it was the room service girl?
No?  OK here goes.

The year was 2006.  It was the end of the major league baseball season and if your from Michigan or Missouri than you know that it was the very end and it was in fact the world series.  Detroit vs St. Louis.  I was there with my brother.  We had tickets to game one and two.

We spent the entire evening before opening game day hanging with old friends and drinking lots of barley pops.
Around 2:30 in the morning we finally made it back to the hotel room and crashed out pretty hard.  Him in the bedroom and me on the hide-a-bed couch thingy.  8am that morning there comes a knock on the door.  Startled awake I holler back to him if he was expecting company.  He said he had called in a morning coffee service.  So I was like sweet we have coffee and got up to answer the door.  Of course I was still a wee bit under the wobble and answered the door in my boxer briefs and only my boxer briefs.  The room service girl took one look at me and immediately dropped her head and stared at the floor.  She mumbled something and I thought maybe I had to pay her.  She mumbled something else but with her head down I couldn't make it out.  I took a cursory glance at my drawers just to make sure they weren't stained or something had popped out and all was in place and I took the coffee and she quickly departed the room.  Very strange acting lady I thought to myself and hollered back to my bro about the encounter.  He chuckled and laughed it off.  I passed it off as being in my underwear.  So anyways I had my coffee and around 10 am I decided to get in the shower and then we would head for downtown Detroit.  It was then, when I walked in the bathroom and stared at the mirror that I understood the behavior of the coffee lady.  Stenciled across my forehead in black marker was the word BALLS.  Big letters.  My brother had been a little creative during the night and with all the refreshments I slept right through it.  I've been lying in wait for him to exact my.........


  1. Excellent word use! Ultion! That fits the story perfectly. I hope it a good one!

  2. Nice wood you got there.
    Ooops, that's not what I meant.


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