All posts for the month September, 2014

Great skate last night boys.

The Gray team led 6-4, but the Red team came storming back to tie it with 3 minutes left in the game.

Then, all hell broke loose.  All of a sudden it was playoff tempo, for a group of guys that had NO business playing that hard.

It ended with Haaahty going down the ice on a breakaway with 6 seconds left, only to be denied at the buzzer by Mad Mike Luciano.

I went to put on my pants this morning and felt pain in my right knee and hip.  It also hurt last night when I bent over to grab a beer from the cooler in the parking lot.

But I’m sure I’m the only one experiencing this.

Playoff tempo in game #1 of the season.  Nice work Badgers.


Also, thanks to Aaron Callaway for helping resurface this video.  It’s funny to us because none of our wives are like this, so we can’t relate to it.

And finally:

-nice work to those who took part in the parking lot apres that went to midnight.

-Extra nice work to those who made it to the clubhouse for a quick one.

-And Extra Extra nice work to those who completed the One and Done at the clubhouse.  (You know who you are)


Stay Thirsty my Fellow Badgers

Mrs Commish and I are coming up on 17 years of blissful marriage.
I don’t know how it happened.   All I know is a lot of people lost money on how long we’d stay together.

So last week we had an opportunity to get away for a couple of nights without kids.

Bridget was at an overnight camp and the Wife’s parents offered to take the boys up to their house so we could get away.

So off we went.  Into Boston for two whole nights.

The first night we had dinner, walked around, did some shopping, and ahem, went to sleep.

The next morning, we woke up feeling ambitious so we hit the gym, grabbed a quick bite for breakfast, and then we went to IKEA.

Um, what?

Yeah.  It appears that even though we were sans kids, we still felt the need to run down to Stoughton so we could look at some bedroom furniture for the little ball of fire known as Tyler.

(He’s moving into his own room this year b/c older brother Aidan is heading to Middle School.  earlier bus schedule, etc…)   I know, T.M.I.


Did it have to be done when the kids were gone?  No.

Do I enjoy shopping for furniture in a place like IKEA?  Hell No.

Did the wife talk me into doing it somehow?  Hell yes.

So off we went.  Our game plan was simple.  Get down there quick and sprint through the place taking pictures of the items we like.  In and out in an hour.

We were like Jake and Ellwood.


As I drove down Route 95, I became Jake Blues.   The wife was riding shotgun in the blues mobile,  telling me on more than one occasion to slow down.  To which I’d respond:

“Honey,  it’s a hundred and six miles to Chicago.  We got a full tank of gas, a half a pack of cigarettes, it’s dark, and we’re wearing sunglasses”

(Now she was wondering how we’ve been married for 17 years)


And then we arrived at IKEA, and I was transformed into Clark W Griswold.

The number of people pouring into the parking garage was staggering.  It reminded us of when you pull into Walt Disney World and everyone’s in huge rush to get inside before the long lines form at the cool rides.

But the thing is, you’re not at an amusement park.  You’re at a wherehouse full of crap, that you can’t get out of until you walk through the entire maze they’ve built.

Everything’s really cheap (I mean, affordable) so when you walk in you’re transformed into Rodney Dangerfield.

“Yo Wang, it’s a parking lot.  I’ll take two of those, give me six of those”

But that wears off in a few minutes, and then you realize you’re on a death march.

And by the time you get to the end, you’re Jake Blues again.

So there you have it.

Jake Blues, Clark W Griswold, Rodney Dangerfield, and full circle to Jake Blues again.

You know what, I actually highly recommend a trip to IKEA.

Lolita Cocina & Tequila Bar.

The wife and I had dinner at this place a couple of weeks ago, and it was awesome.

Great room, great vibe, great food, great margaritas…  What more can I say.

I loved the place as soon as I walked in.

And then I went to the bathroom and this was on the Men’s room door.

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I mean, are you serious?

It’s a little slice of Badger heaven.  Check it out sometime.