Training camp schedule announced

I actually know where that is. My friend just got married there. I did not make the trip, up from DC (Arlington, VA, actually) where I am.

I didn’t actually know there was a place called “Boon-ville”. I always thought of places way the FK out there as the boonies or the boondocks (funny show too), but lol at there actually being a place called Boonville.

Actually the tri-state as plenty of funny names, like Coxsackie NY and Mianus CT.

I really wouldn’t feel too comfortable knowing that the city is below sea level. lol

I think we should microchip you and keep a close eye on you as a potential double agent. I despise all things Philadelphia. Let me tell you about the time I got kicked out of Philadelphia.
I was about 17 and getting poontang irregularly enough that when an online friend (chick) suggested I visit, I hopped on a bus. Now, I had made sure this broad would have friends, and so two of my boys, Dan & Ed, came along as sort of an insurance policy in case this broad wasn’t all that.
And she wasn’t. No spark whatsoever. I wasn’t going to be getting in this gal’s pants, but fortunately my longtime love booze was around.
We were staying at a big Embassy Suites somewhere near what I imagine was the city center. And at the time, about 15 years ago, they had free open bar from about 6 to 8 or 7 to 9. To a 17-year-old budding alcoholic, that’s a drag race of drinking. We had already been boozing it up in the room with the girls and probably knocked back 6 or 7 free drinks in the allotted time. This was back when all I could drink was about 15 beers. I can’t believe we didn’t get carded, especially with the frequency of our refills.
On the way back up to the room, Eric spilled his last drink on my shirt in the elevator. So I punched him in the face. Dan and I went back into the room while Eric drunkenly stormed about the hotel. Dan & I ordered a pitcher of Pete’s Wicked disgusting Ale from room service to supplement our dwindling bathtub stash of beers.
Eric returned to the room worked into a sufficient rage to punch me in the face, to which I replied by dragging him into the bathroom, throwing him into the bathtub, and punching him in the face repeatedly, breaking his nose. (This is what happens when guys don’t get laid.) Now Eric is running around the room like a chicken with his nose cut off, gushing blood all over the furniture.
Hotel security was at the room before long, to find a room in shambles, it must have looked like a murder scene. Only poor Dan was innocent. We managed to chug the Pete’s directly from the pitcher while being forcibly ejected from the hotel.
We then discovered that in the commotion we were short one return bus ticket, and spent the next two sore drunken hours aggressively panhandling in the streets to appalled passersby to make the $30 or so for the ticket, which we did.
I left Philadelphia, never to return. Eric’s dad, who had made the credit card deposit for the room, was charged for the blood and other damage.
As for me, Dan, and Eric, well, we’re all still pretty good friends.

Well, back in ‘99 i was moving back home (Glenfield, pop. 250) from Jacksonville, FL and took a bus. As we were in S.C., some reason or another, a detour perhaps, the bus driver got us lost “somewhere” in what i would consider the boonies of S.C. The bus driver had to stop at this little run-down but still operating gas station to ask for directions. Meanwhile, i was observing the junk that littered the area and off to the side, there was this old junk car with about 5 gentlemen (all in their 70’s) surrounding the hood playing cards and shootin dice. Off course, no card game is complete w/o cigars and booze, as there bottles and cans scattered amongst the ground and on the car. Mind you, it was 10am! lol To this day, i still try to figure out how a bus driver can get lost?!

On a side note, if your ever thinking about taking a bus for a long haul. Think twice about it. It took 27 hours to go from Jax., FL to Syracuse, NY. Thank god i had a local friend that was in Syracuse that day to pick me up. As i was originally suppose to end up in Watertown, another 70 miles. Ugh!!!

The year i graduated from high school, 1990, is the year my hometown finally got cable tv.

The county i lived in (Lewis, est pop. 26,000) has more dairy cows. lol

does that count?

as long as its a Giants game you should be fine

my college roommate was from Westwood and now he lives in Patterson, so I’ve spent a decent amount of time in the area over the years