Friday, October 20, 2006
Essay on the Goodness of Cigars
A friend of mine, Byron, sent this to me for no reason at all... It's brilliant. Enjoy.
People always ask me,
Byron, do you have dreams?
Sure I've got dreams. Who doesn't? I have a dream of my beautiful little offspring looking up to me with those big inquisitive eyes and asking me,
Daddy, did you ever get to go to the Annual High Roller Open Invitational?
I'd smile, one of those proud, tear-fighting, cocksure smiles when a parent finally knows that their little baby has started growing and begun understanding the important things in life. It would be a smile for a question to which I knew the answer. I'd crouch down down humbly with endearment and reply with a shaky voice,
I was an Original. I was at the 1st Annual High Roller Open Invitational.
Time would go by and I would find my little bundle of joy peeking into the awe-inspiring chest of leathery wooded canes of enigmatic eminence. Little did that child appreciate the root aprehension to which they would find peace, meditation, and the preternatural assuagement that is found in these shafts of smoke. We'd drift about, conversing about the more important things in life - Golf, the Dodgers, Supply-Chain Management, Daddy's ol' Thug Life in Inglewood. My excited little rugrat would ask me about the important things in life,
Daddy, what's a full-body cigar? Daddy, where do cigar's come from? Daddy, don't cigar's cause cancer?
No, child, cigarettes cause cancer. God smiles and kicks his feet up every time the crisp midnight air is scortched by a flame harmonizing with with tightly wrapped tobacco leaves. No, no, cigarettes, marijuana, and crystal meth, these are the things that cause cancer. Cigar's are natural; from the earth.
I'd show that little tyke how to take a long draw, straight to the dome. Without inhaling, I'd show that squirt how to maximize the heavy cloud to that which can only be compared to a nuclear fallout. This one's lucky because they'd be observing a man that earned the name Cheech by some of the greatest men alive. Without missing a beat, that whippersnapper would anxiously reach for a their own mind-opening experience and unveil the joy that can be so hard to describe.
The emotional animation derived from the hyper zealous desperation to learn more explodes with a thirst for wisdom that can only be snared through snipets of advice of the child's father. The kid will inquire further; on past the shallow surface that was scratched in our short saunter,
Daddy, what's the best kind of stogie? How do you put the hole in it? How long does it last?
I'll snicker to myself as I patiently lay out the technique for caring for a spicey Monte Cristo No. 2 that excites your palet with an impressive aroma. My little beginner would come to know the basics of cutting or punching the tip, and it's important to learn from a veteran smoker. A couple of quick puffs to get it started, then taking in a long stream of goodness, I'd watch my seed grow into a leader of understanding. Most would call me an extremist; a bit too hard pressed to get a light. I'm sorry folks, it's in my nature, I don't choose to be a High Roller. The same reason that a midget uses the short urinal in the john. He doesn't want to use the little one, but he's not gonna pretend to be something he's not and get a stool for the big person stall. He uses it because he belongs there. It's where I belong.
Keep Smokin',
BTrain
Sunday, October 01, 2006
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Me with the Richard Petty car

Yesterday was a very cool day. I won a free pass to the Richard Petty Driving Experience at the Lowe's Motor Speedway in Charlotte, NC. Since Dave & Tari live there, the kids and I drove there the night before and stayed with them. They were also able to come to the track and watch.
So here's the deal as described on the website: "Your hands are on the wheel, your foot is on the gas, and you're in the driver's seat for 8 laps around the speedway in a 358 cubic inch V-8 NASCAR style racecar that roars with 600 horsepower. Prior to driving, students will go through 2 elements of safety and instruction training, in-car and on-track instruction. After driving like the "King", students will receive a graduation packet that includes a time sheet with a breakdown of each lap driven." Sweeeeeeeet. It was all that and a big ol' bag of Spicy Habanero Dorito chips.
Even though I started slow (only 110MPH or so) I got it up to 135MPH and finished among the top of our 30 person group! The way it works is that you are alone in the car (I got to drive in Kasey Kahne's #9 car) and must follow a pace car; no other racers go at the same time as you and the pace car, otherwise there would be a ton of accidents.
So I'm harnessed up in the car, turn the engine on and it growls. I am by no means a race car guy, in fact they said Micheal Waltrip was there, but I had no idea who that was so I missed a signature opportunity... Anyway, the engine is rumbling like 50 Harley-Davidsons, so I goose the gas just to hear it. All I can say is that if I hadn't gone to the bathroom before the race, I may have in that car. That car Roared! All you can do is grin, nod your head and say, "Yessir, 600 horsepower, thank you very much."
Right after that the pace car pulled in front of me and then took off... my pit guy gave me the 'GO' and I was off. First gear hummed till I was pushing 2500RPM as I was hitting turn-1. I was in third before I hit turn-2 and dropped it into fourth as I hit the first straight-away. I wasn't keeping up with the pace car for the first two laps and the flag-guy kept signalling me to get the lead-out. By the third lap, I was getting to feel more comfortable hitting those turns at 100+MPH and dropped the hammer. My score chart they gave us said my average MPH was 118.75 and that my top speed was 135 with a lap time of 45.47 seconds on a 1.5 mile track.
I wish I could have propped up a camera or something in the car while I was racing because that was incredible! I am very fortunate that it was free because I don't know if I could have dropped $400, but I can tell you I'd be temped to just to do it again!
I'll try to drop some more pictures here later.
Zoom-Zoom
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Heading to Lambeau Field
Thanks, Amy. You are the best!
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Wendy's Cannot Do Breakfast

Wendy's should stick with burgers.
When I saw that Wendy's was finally going to break down and serve breakfast, I was pleased. I like Wendy's if I'm on the road and in the mood for a good burger, I'd keep an eye out for ol' Wendy before hitting the golden arches or the more expensive Hardee's.
However, when the day finally came when I had an opportunity to check out how Wendy's breakfast could stack up next to BK & McD's, I was severely disappointed.
I ordered a southwest egg sandwich combo. The hash rounds are nearly identical to BK, and the coffee was alright. The sandwich left a lot to be desired though.
A few weeks later, I decided to go back and give it another go. This time I ordered an omlette dipper meal. They looked like large hash rounds, but with egg on the inside. Seemed like a good idea when I ordered them. They tasted like wet sand. I took a second bite, convincing myself that I wasn't going to waste it. I ended up not taking a third. Never again.
Sorry Wendy's. You're burgers rock, but leave breakfast to the other guys.
Monday, September 11, 2006
Richmond Church 10-Year Anniversary

Yesterday, we were able to drive up to Richmond, VA for church. Why would we drive 3 hours to go to church you ask? It was the church's 10-year anniversary; Amy and I had been on the team that went there to plant the church back in '96. We got to see a lot of old friends, some of whom we hadn't seen since we had move from there.
In the picture, we are with old friends, Ruben and Barbara Marbury and their three daughters. Soraya is next to Ruben, Krista is next to Amy, and Bryana is in front of Barbara. We were only in Richmond for only six or seven months when we moved with Ruben and Barbara to Cleveland to help with a church up there.
Before I even met Amy, she was good friends with the Marbury's. She would nanny for Krista when she was just a baby. It's because of them that Amy and I are together. Ruben has been like a father, brother and best friend to me and I am so grateful for their friendship to Amy and I through the years.
Saturday, September 09, 2006
Friends from out of town


Thursday, September 07, 2006
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Kerrigan's Birthday

Well, last week was Kerrigan's birthday and she got to spend it in the hospital.
Last Friday she started throwing up and throughout the day it didn't get any better. By that night, Amy had had enough and took her to the ER. Her tummy was tender, so they suspected for a moment that it may be appendicitis (sp?). They ended up staying until Sunday afternoon. By the end of it, they just guessed it was a nasty little virus. Poor girl.
She got a new bike, helmet and knee & elbow pads when she got home though.
Happy Birthday, Kerrigan!
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Bio Project

Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Packers Wallpaper contest # 3
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Miami Dolphins Wallpaper
Monday, August 14, 2006
Packers wallpaper 02

Saturday, August 12, 2006
Packers Desktop Contest
Monday, August 07, 2006
Jude & Kerrigan on 'Cars'

Can't remember if I've mentioned this, but the kids are absolutely in love with all things 'Cars' by Pixar. As a treat, I thought I'd surprise Jude and Kerrigan with a little picture of them with their favorites... I put it on the computer's desktop, so they saw it right away this morning. They were so excited to be 'riding' on King and Sally!
If any of you happened to get the McDonald's happy meal cars and have extra or don't mind parting with them, we missed Lightning McQueen, Ramone, Fillmore & Sally. We have extra Mater & Doc if you're up for a trade as well.
KaChow!