BTFU!!!!

Boiler Up, baby!!!! Last Saturday we kicked off the 2008 Boilermaker Season. I'm not going to lie.......it got a little nutty. Ankles were sprained.......sunburns acquired.........families re-united........and the Boilermakers kicked some arse!!!! Sure, Northern Colorado might be the equivalent of a high school football team but we sure handed them their collective butts. Kudos to Ben and Gennie for making kick-ass shis-ka-bobs. Kudos to me for beating everyone (ie myself) in flippy-cup. Kudos to the sun for burning our raw flesh. My shoulder is almost done with its "leprosy" phase and may return to 3rd degree burn in the next six months :-/ Good times at Purdue as always. I've got a cousin that just started school their, which means I've got a hook up for partying for the next 4+ years ;-) Naw, as my brother put it, we getting old. Not too old but old enough to not run with this college kids anymore.
As always, my weekend got cut a few hours short by work. I had to duck out early on Sunday (after I awoke from my alcohol coma) to get back to Indy to get a rental car to drive to my 2nd home (Detroit) for a meeting on Monday. Here's a bit of good advice, if you take a day off of work, don't check your work email. I was intending to be in Detroit only monday but because I checked my email on my day off (Friday), I was now committed to 3 days in the "D". Worse yet, the meeting on Monday justified me not needing to be there so I jumped over to AM General for a day on Tuesday and then had to juggle the new customer, AMG and an Aviation customer on Wednesday. I don't think I have a stomach lining anymore. Actually, sub-consciously, I've been clenching my jaw due to stress and my jaw is sore like a $3 street-walker. Anywho, so, back on the road again. Got home for a few days this week. Leaving tomorrow........on a jet plane.........don't know when I'll be back again..........well.......actually, I'll be back on Sunday but that ruins the point ;-) Fudge it, here's some photos.........enjoy...............

I'm baaaaaccccckkkkkkk.....................

I apologize for my eventful absence but I've been on the road for a very, very long time. So, I'm going to attempt to rack my brain for the sordid details of the past three months and summarize.
Yesterday: Daddy finally got a new pair of shoes for his g-ride. Translation: I went to Discount Tire and finally got new tires. I was able to put this one off since March of this year as I was renting enough cars that I only needed to drive mine to the bars and back when in town. After that, I spent the evening with some friends at a Ribfest in downtown Indy and then did a little bowling and saw a comedy show. Mucho fun-o.

Friday: Was one of like three people at work. Took a long lunch with my old supervisor, Dan. Hit up the YMCA after work. Nothing like communal showers and a bunch of old dudes wandering around nakid. I've gotten smart about getting back in shape these days and have been taking advantage of spa time to keep the muscles relaxed. I caught "Pineapple Express" afterwards and then went to Fox n Hound for a nite cap. Funny, my old crew got fired except one guy so I don't know any bartenders. Or so I thought. One bartender looked a bit familiar. He used to bar-back back in the day and finally turned 21 so now he's the Man.

Last week: Sunday got in some good sun and booze at the pool. Made a couple of single serving friends and went to dinner with them at Fox n Hound. 1st time I've been back there since April. The old crew got fired so I don't have the hook-up over there anymore. Probably a good thing. I joined the YMCA through work on Monday. I put on about 10lbs drinking and stressing work all summer in Detroit. Got a 10 year High School reunion coming up. I'm going mainly to let everyone know I'm still alive. Plus, I figure I haven't done shit in the past ten years that would warrant my absence from a reunion.

Week before last: I spent the week at the Chrysler Proving Grounds in Chelsea, MI wiht AM General for work. I've been working too much lately and had a major brain breakdown. I was messing around with one of my friends from AMG and wrote "Kyle Sucks!!" in spray chalk on the ground. It was pretty funny but the project leader got a little upset. I went to wash it off and it turns out temporary spray chalk is more permanent than one would think. I bought a grill brush and got it cleaned up. Its good to get in a little trouble from time to time as it reminds one to behave. Work was good and productive that week. More than its been in a while. The project leader is kinda of scatter-brain and doesn't manage the project very well. He likes driving the truck more than doing his job in my opinion. Normally, I wouldn't care so long as I get my work done but this project has worn me thin so I'm burned out on patience.

Week before that: I had to go to Canada for work. I left from Detroit from AMG. My boys at AMG had messed up my rental car the friday before and luckily I put it back together before crossing the border. The patrol was doing a "blitz" on single passenger vehicles. I got searched and had to go through Customs. Work fucked me again and I show up to a customer with a software solution that had no chance in hell of working. Way to go Dan for setting that one up and then quiting. It really burns when people I have to rely on half-ass it. Canada was okay except they kept focusing on the Candian Olympians instead of the Americans like they should have. I heard a blip on the radio on my way back and Canada was claiming that American fast food will kill you and for Canadians to not immigrate over. Kool with me.

Week and a half before that: I had to go back to AM General to refurbish some of the equipment cause we're taking the truck on a three state tour of Colorad, Nevada and Utah in September. I was back with my AMG boys. I've become good friends with a few of them and get out in the evenings for general debauchery. At this point, I'd been on the road about three weeks straight so it was time to hit up a "gentlemen's club". Good old 8 mile. Its weird but Livonia, MI is starting to feel more like home than Indy. I need to get back and stay put for a bit, badly.

Week before that: My supervisor quit and left me with a bunch of work to do. I was hoping that the exhibit at the EAA show in Oshkosh, WI would be cancelled but instead work decided to that I was expendable and capable enough to run the show by myself. Yeah, big F-U Pi. I took the opportunity to make a pit stop on the way up to see my Goddaughter. She's getting big and adorable as ever. I think I have a face-melt picture I can insert here.

Oshkosh was okay. I'm not big into airplanes and was mostly doing work for AMG on my laptop the whole time. I told Pi that I'm in no way trying to be a sales engineer. My brother and uncle were able to come up and catch the show. We got to see the F-22 do its thing and some really cool warbirds with some pyrotechnics of C-4 and gasoline.

Week before that: I was finally back in Indy for a few days. Had to catch up with a lot of people. Work made me take two days off. Didn't matter, customers called my cell phone with shit for me to do. Got to get in some sun at the pool so that was good. Went to see Batman at an IMAX. That movie rocked!!! I was surprised to see that it was PG-13. Even without the blood and gore it was an awesome movie. I think the franchise is doing well without blood n guts. Its a shame Heath Ledger is dead. I swear hollywood actors need a frigging babysitter 24/7 to keep them alive.

Week before that: I went to Chippewa, South Bend, IN for some good old off-roading with AMG. I was piggy-backing this trip with a trip to Mid-Ohio to support an IRL race. I mis-calculated my travel time and had to drive 5 long hours after working all day with AMG to get to the middle-of-no-where Ohio. But I was supporting with my buddy, Neal, so I didn't mind it. It was a good race weekend and I elbowed Danica Patrick on accident in the boob area. My 15 seconds of fame. She's tiny in real life and walks around like a jerk. I'd still give her the time of day ;-)

Week before that: Spent more time at AMG working on the truck. My supervisor put in his 2 week's notice. I saw it coming. Pi is jerking new business individuals around so there's not much point in staying to sell shit that won't work outside of a race car. I'm going to hang in for a bit. Not cause I like Pi all that much but I want to be settled for a bit and I like Indy.

Okay, I've been writing and watching a movie for over an hour so I'm going claim a mental shutdown and end this post. I'll toss a bunch of random photos from the "Summer of George".....................

If not for bad luck I would have none...........

Well, they finally did it.......they finally killed my car. So, in the on-going epic battle between Ford F150 and Toyota Corolla, another sacrifice has been made. I'm chilling at my friend's house last night for a house warming, having a good old time. One of her friends has to move his truck from a neighbor's parking spot. Lunchbag decides the best maneuver would be a loop-de-loop-hook-n-ladder in reverse at 25 mph in pitch black conditions. Luckily for me, an Indigo Pearlescent Corolla stands out on a small, dark street. I'm sitting outside and hear/see a red flash of a truck going down the street and then a loud impact followed by a car alarm. I didn't have to get up to know it was my car. My car that I just paid off last month (ink is still wet on the title). So, I go shut off my alarm and assess the damage. The driver was a friend of my friend and I had just met him that day. He knew he'd focked up bad. I didn't think he was drunk but had made a bad decision to drive a monster truck in reverse down the street at 1am. Well, the neighbors start pouring out and what not, gotta make a scene. Strangely enough, I wasn't mad. The driver was kool and nothing was going to reverse the damage. I wasn't drunk or anything, I was just mellow. I guess I knew it was going to happen sooner or later since I paid off the car. I also think what kept me cool was that I had other things to worry about, like the work trip to Detroit this week and two little pugs in my apartment that needed me to get back to them and not go to jail for a stupid reason. The driver and I got together and he said he wasn't drunk and it was ok to call the cops. His friend wanted to wait a while to let him get some coffee in him or something. I was ok with waiting an hour or so but not much longer as I didn't want to mess up any insurance bullshit. So, the driver said to go ahead and get the police and a flat bed out there so I did. Well, the cops smelled booze on the driver and he blew a 0.094 b.a.c. The cops were cool about it and took him to the station but took their sweet time so he could sober up b/c if he passed the breathalyzer at the station then he'd be let free. It didn't matter to me as I had no ill-will against the guy, again I was in some kind of zone. So, the cops get me a flat bed to get my car out of there and Ashley said I could stay the night. I gathered some of my personal stuff out of my car and turned off the alarm. I was heading back towards the party as the cops were taking the driver away and his buddy comes up to me and tells me I best get walking to wherever it is I got to go. This douchebag (in the white t-shirt in the pics above) was picking fights with people all night long and now it was my turn. I reminded him that it wasn't his house and he reminded me that he didn't care. I told him I was sorry bout his friend but his friend also told me to call the cops so it wasn't my problem. He tried acusing me of telling the cops some bullshit even though I didn't say two words about the accident to the cops and only had to tell them what to do with my car. Again, I wasn't looking for trouble this night as I had a lot of responsibilities to get back to and now had to deal with getting my car taken care of so I told the douchebag "whatever" and went to find Ashley. Well, in the chaos her dog had run off and she was too pre-occupied to help me out with douchebag. I asked the neighbors about getting me a cab so I could get back to my house, a good 30 miles away, and one of the young dudes offered to drive me back. They were some cool guys that that douchebag tried picking a fight with earlier so they had sympathy for me. As I get ready to leave I realize that I left my apartment keys in my car cupholder. The hits keep on coming. I had the fella drive me to the hotel around the corner from my apartment so that I would at least be close in the morning to get to the pugs. I checked in and immediately called my insurance to see what it was I should be doing regarding my car. Got my claim filed and what not but its going to be difficult as I'm out of town all week for work. So, I try to get some sleep and wake up early to walk to my apartment main office to get the master keys for my apartment only to find out that they don't open till noon on sundays. Beautiful. Well, I still needed to rent a car and the Avis was only open from 9am-Noon. I tried to call everyone I knew in the local area only to realize I really don't have that many friends or people I can count on. So, my options were a 2.5 mile walk or a taxi cab. 4-1-1 screwed me over and gave me some bunk cab numbers so I called my friends in Avon cause I knew they'd be awake at 9:30am. They gave me some cab numbers that didn't pan out but my co-worker returned my call and saved my ass. I got a rental and got back to my apartment to a couple of pugs that were extremely happy to see me for potty-time. Ashley got back to me later this morning and the driver didn't get a DUI, which I was happy about b/c accidents happen. It does suck that I might have to get a new car as I was so excited about not having car payments for at least a couple of years. Hopefully, insurance decides to fix the car as it looks mostly like body damage since the truck bumper is much higher than my engine. There wasn't any leaking fluids so that was a good sign.

Anywho, life's been a bit stressful and shitty lately. When it rains, it pours..................

Rock The Vote!!!!

Obama in 2008!!!!! Get out and rock the vote, my people!!!!

Got anything to declare...............

If I knew the Canadian national anthem then I'd be singing it right now. As you can guess the strip club trip went swimmingly last night. Got a free shuttle there and back. Canada serves absinthe so I got to experiment with the green fairy drink but didn't see any fairies. Did two shots with the whole burning sugar cube deal-io. It was very much like rumplemintz. Anywho, it was fun experience that was topped off with this dancer crushing on me all night. She spied me on my way in and called dibs on me all night. I know they put on a bit of a show but she was digging me hard and I was enjoying the attention.

So, I woke up late and almost didn't check out in time. Then, they tried bending me over and charging me a $100 for a miscellaneous cigarette burn in my smoking room. I got that shit revoked cause I didn't burn anything. It was freezing cold out so I figured I'd just get the heck outta Canada and get back to the US. Well, I was thirty cents short of the toll so I had to pull more Canadian out when I had intentionally spent it all the night before so I wouldn't leave with any. Then, some random girl tried getting me to give her a lift cause she was freezing. I had to deny her cause it was my company car and didn't want to get into trouble with it. So, I finally get to the border patrol and just the same on my way in, the hottest border patrol I'll ever meet was raggin'. Maybe its just me. Maybe I just have a suspicious look to me. She was having trouble comprehending that I went to Canada for the weekend cause I was in Detroit for work. The worse part is that they ask so many questions that you begin to believe you've done something wrong and are just waiting to be caught. She really shook me up. I know they have a job to do but they could be more personable. I'm glad that my stupid side didn't take over cause now that I think about it, I could have had my company car impounded or destroyed and been tossed in jail.

Well, Canada, I'll see you around. Yeah, I'll be sure to write..........................

Oh, Canada............

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2008......you are my bitch.......

Wait, no, strike that and reverse it. I ended 2007 by sacrificing the "Glass Man" and victoriously drinking champagne from his dismembered head.

Wait, there I go again, skipping the beauty of life and going to drinking victoriously from my foe's heads. It's a GIRL!!!!!

And no, its not mine. Its my sister's. And again, NO, it's not mine. Nathalia Hayden Mittlestaedt was brought into this world in the early hours of the last day of the year, 5:43am December 31st 2007. Its was a wild ride. I drove from Indianapolis at half-time of the Colts game and hung out in a waiting room for six hours. Good times.

Back to 2008........... I suffered a parasitic infection in the begining of the year.

Medical science could not help me. I attempted to see eye to eye with the ailment but failed.

And was rightly punished.........

They're adorable when well fed and given lots of attention. I volunteered to watch my sister's pugs while she was recovering from child birth. The furry little bastards left a paw print on my heart. I miss them but not the task of walking them in the freezing weather ;-)

Anywho, enough of the pity party. This year is the big year for the High School Reunion. Ten years. Ten long years. I'm going to go but not for any satisfactorial reason. I know I haven't done much with my life, other than survive, so I guess I'll just go see who else has survived. And pour out a little liquor to those that didn't.

Well, any resolutions for 2008? Fuck no!!! Why make promises you know you'll break in a month? Kinda like "till death do us part". Ouch that was probably a bit over the top but fudge it. Things to do in 2008: drink less, love more, pay off debt, go postal at work, and............invent a sandwich.........

Money-money-money........MONEY!!!!..................

Britney Spears said it best, "Gimme More", and that's my story. Got a Christmas bonus today so Tiny Tim can get those new "magic" legs that Forrest Gump sponsors. Actually, I'm heading to Vegas in two days so I'll probably blow it all on strippers and beer. Yup, Bachelor Party part 2 is coming up. Part 1 was a ton of fun, from what I can remember. Ol' Mother Nature almost put da kalbosch on the festivities as the Mother of All December Shit-Storms decended on the region. Luckily, my boy drives a turbo-charged 1/2 ton dually. That's just giving Mother Nature the ol' stink-eye. However, she got me back as I broke my out-of-shape back shoveling snow for the Entertainers. All gave some........some gave all ;-) I am the Rambo of Bachelor Parties. Well, in other news, due to the arrival of a Crimbo Bonus, there will be gifts under the tree for all my loved ones at the Miller Lite Brewing Company..........j/k. You know what the best part of buying Xmas gifts is? Realizing that you're totally saving money on not having a significant other to buy for. You know what the worst part of buying Xmas gifts is? Realizing you don't have a significant other :-( Honestly, I bet that's why egg nog has an alcohol content. Drink away the pain and still keep the xmas spirit.........................

Aunt Flow's visit..............

Well, time for my monthly post. I'm sorry for being so delinquent. My home computer was being gay with an Internet Explorer add-on that was hijacking my shit. I'm virus free for the new year :-D
Anywho, so, what's happening? Well, same old same old with a dash of bitters. Work almost sabotaged my Thanksgiving and ruined my Black Wednesday. I'm very much looking forward to quiting this job. Not a good attitude to have but I'm on the back end of a sixty day bender so I really don't care. Got some up coming events that should be blog worthy. Got a company Xmas party this Friday, a bachelor party this saturday and a continuation of said bachelor party in Vegas next week. Then, there's the holidays. I am looking forward to the immediate future as I'm pug-sitting for my pregnant sister so I'll have a couple of hellions running my life. Honestly, I'm looking forward to the company. Its not that I haven't been getting out and about lately but I need a reason to stay in and relax, other than a severe hangover.
Anyhow, the downward spiral continues and again my apologies for not blogging lately. I'll put it in my new year's resolutions ;-)...............................

Back by unpopular demand..............

Well, I've been called out for not posting enough. Believe me, its not that I haven't had the content, just not the time. So, let's get a quick recap, Purdue football is blowing goats, my bro threw a killer halloween party, work is getting quirky and I just got back from Mexico City (see pics below). The love life is still non-existent. The apartment is still unpacked. Things left unsaid are.........um........unsaid. I think this post shall be a rant of epic proportions. You know my m.o., begin at the beginning and end at the end.

This football season's been fun. I made it to breakfast club a couple of times and it was great. Got some good pics and what not. Got a girl's number but couldn't remember our conversation from breakfast club.......awkward. Although, in my defense, starting drinking at 7:30am is not exactly a receipe for memory retention. Anywho, my uncle came out to one and had a blasty and couldn't stop talking about it. Good times. As for Purdue football, they need to pull their collective head out of their bums and play some football. BTFU!!!!!!!

I'm not going to lie, but writing is extremely hard today as I'm exhausted. But, the show must go on. So, my bro threw a halloween party after halloween which was perfect cause all costumes were half off the day after. I went as a giant condom wrapper. As always, we played beer pong until Rocky was beyond hope. Why is it that people who don't drink like to play and are always my partner so I have to get wasted. It was a good time. Oh, side note, I went to the Pacers game the night before and it too was fun. I saw Shaq and Larry Bird from a distance.

Work is getting nutso. A few people quit and management is all shifted all over. I went on a support trip with a co-worker that has a very lazy attitude and it was a disaster. Not for the customer cause I would never allow that to happen. I was so stressed by the end of it that I was ready to quit. I tried talking to my bro about it and he pointed out that I always have a problem with my co-workers and maybe its "me" not "them". I've thought a lot about it and he's loco. I'm sorry but when someone is supposed to be helping and instead remind you that they're leaving the trip early and half-ass it the whole time, it makes me homicidal. Luckily, I just went on another support trip with a co-worker that knows how to pull weight and it was a complete success and revitalized my work outlook. We'll get into that a bit later. I've just been getting pulled in a million directions at work at it makes me feel like I'm not doing my job. My boss, Dan, has been acting funny lately as well and its just not a good combo for me as I'm already a mess. He's hot and cold like day and night. Some days he's cool with me, other's he makes me feel like I'm worthless. Unfortunately, I look for his approval constantly. I know he has a lot going on with work and just getting married. Actually, the whole situation got me to start taking the only other single guy, Neal, out to hangout lately. Which is good b/c he's good people and has a lot of knowledge about the inter-workings of my office. Still, its just a pain at work lately. Even worse so, I'm getting better at my job and the better I get the more I'm mad at my co-workers for their lackluster approach to helping me understand the fundamentals of the product. Believe me, I'm not Superman at work but I know when to hit the grindstone and make life easier for everyone else. I know that everyone has differing work habits and I really need to start accepting that fact. I usually do so long as it doesn't affect my work directly. When it does, I'm not the nicest person (yikes!).

So, I had a bad match.com experience recently. This chick that doesn't have a clue was freaking me out by trying to figure out where I lived when I didn't know jack about her. She didn't even have pics posted on her profile so that made it worse. Honestly, she was wacko. If I had been a chick and her a dude, I probably would've reported her to match.com and been very upset. I was honestly thinking of carrying my piece to and from work just in case. I've almost been ready to give up on match.com. My mate, Neal, is also a member and as we've been hanging out more lately, we've been bouncing match business off each other, which is chicken soup for my soul. I've been sending out a bunch of emails to members and haven't gotten much of a response so that's been a bit of a disappointment. Can't rush love, right? Right????

So, I just got back from Mexico City where I was the Mexican that can't speak Spanish. Fun times, jerks. It was cool though cause I was supporting the last Champ Car race of the season with Neal. Like I said, I had to rebound from that last support trip. Neal's the head support engineer for Champ Car so he was all business and I was able to help out. I needed that confidence booster for work. Mexico City is a trip. I will never understand the traffic patterns. However, my limited exposure to Spanish did apply. We were able to try new restaurants every night. Even when the menu was entirely in Spanish, we were able to roll the dice and not have any food poisoning incidents. Actually, I was quite pleased with my ability to function in a foreign country with a language barrier. However, I was very happy to get home and get some good old Burger King ;-)

Supporting Champ Car was not easy, physically. As it was the last race of the season, there wasn't too many equipment problems. However, walking pit lane all day took a toll on me. Getting old I guess. There were many perks though. Champ Car Girls, Grid Girls and celebrities. I was inches from Frankie Muniz (Malcom in the Middle) and Paul Newman. Oh, side note, I was inches away from Ben Stein on my way out of Indy last Wednesday. He saw that I recognized him and he gave me a smile so I left him alone. He's much shorter in person than I imagined. Anywho, I was glad to get home. I was tired of saying "no español" everytime it was assumed I spoke Spanish. Plus, I was glad to drink beer instead of water but was tired of only drinking bottled drinks and no ice to avoid disease. See the funny, in my opinion, below about the hooker and the elevator and the Patriot's fan. http://www.faceofchampcar.com/

Well, the holiday season is upon us. Suicide season as usually. I've been thinking I should revise my match.com profile to ensure that no one wants a holiday date to avoid loneliness.........although, that's assuming someone would want to date me :-/ Anywho, random photos below. I promise to try to make more of an effort to my blog in the upcoming months. Thanks for reading................


"Oh, and Malcom in the Middle is much smaller in person. That's right, wenches, Frankie Muniz is a driver for the Formula Atlantics series which feeds into Champ Car. He was in the pit stand for the Pacific Coast Motorsports team. He hopes to race Champ Car next year. I thought I recognized him yesterday but he shaved the side of his head really weird and he's got a bad case of acne so I wasn't sure. Neal confirmed it today but I didn't bother him. He did walk right past my left shoulder and the top of his head barely reach my massive shoulder. Call me pathetic but I wasn't going to try for a pic or autograph cause I'm just not that impressed by most people. Also, as Ben will attest, I flew out of Indy on the same flight as Ben Stein on Wednesday. Actually, he was in the line next to me at American Airlines to get boarding passes. He saw I recognized him and smiled in my direction and I left him alone as well. Funny story, he was in line for the 1st class tickets and I was not and I got served before him ;-) As I boarded he was sitting in first class in the isle seat. Again, I didn't bother him cause I'm a dick in most ways, just not that way ;-) Oh and to top it off, a cute chick just winked at me as I got on the elevator. i wish i knew spanish :-/Oh, even funnier story, Neal and I find this classy looking restaurant for dinner and no one there speaks a lick of spanish. Luckily, I have mucho conjoes and a sense of reckless abandonment. We sit down, order our cervezas and stare at the all spanish menu. I repeatedly explained we speak English and the waiter had nothing for us. We order some "arracheras" or something that I thought looked familiar. True, we could've went with fajitas but bunk dat. honestly, my spanish resides from grandma going to the mexican grocery store and me finding out what we are eating. Turns out, we get these awesome flank steaks. I ordered poblano cause I was pretty sure that was "pepper" and I get a green pepper steak. Delicious. Well, the bill comes and I toss 'em my Pi credit card. Well, this guy, who was not our waiter, returns with my bill.........and pardon my english, speaking perfect fucking english!!!!!!!!! *charlie brown time* AAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Where was dill-hole when Neal and I wanted to order food. The restaurant's credit card machine was broke. The bill was 428 pesos (ie $42). As I found out from Raul today, the farther away from the border the city, the less likely they are to take greenbacks. So, quite the pickle. Homeboy was happy to point out the nearest ATM, 3 blocks away, and let Neal and I leave the restaurant on the "honor system" to get cash from an ATM (which is only in spanish, YIKES!). Luckily for that restaurant, I've taxed my soul enough at this point in my life. We found a closer ATM and I went back and tossed them 450 pesos. Funnier so, Homeboy asked us where we were from and I said "Indianapolis" to which he responded "Go Pats!" for the Colts loss last Sunday. Only in El Mexico!!!! Oh, not all is fun and games, I busted my ass all day at the track and earned my din-din and cervezas. Oh, and I almost bought non-alcoholic beer from the store on the way back and the clerk, who knew i didn't know any spanish, sensed my liver and pointed out my error so i could go back and get some real cerveza (Tecate). Life probably gets better than this........but..........hahahahahahahaha...........I'm having fun ;-) "