Lethal Weapon’s Roger Murtaugh said it best knuckleheads.
Preach Murtaugh. Another weekend in the books for the Cheeseknuckles crew, another shitshow. This past Saturday, accompanied by tons of friends and family, we ventured down to Bowling Green to celebrate the University’s homecoming. What a time. Tailgating, football, booze, and food–just a few of America’s favorite things. But, as days like this tend to do, things got a little out of hand. I really can’t give you details of Saturday’s debauchery, but it’s not because I don’t want to…I am really struggling to gather any sort of memory. G-Spot woke up feeling like I was hit by a freight train. Stink and J-Hoe were in similar fashion as they ventured home with the sunrise. Poor Stink…But Ted, like the CEO he is, was doing just fine. Gave us other 3 a few jabs, ones we can’t say we didn’t deserve.
Are we too old for this shit? You’ll never hear me confirm that. We are pushing ourselves to the limits and while our bodies are begging us to slow down, there is no end in sight. You can’t have the time of your life while slowing down. Is that a BS justification? Perhaps, but despite the pounding headache and the constant urge to vomit the day after such activities, we continue to press on. My body is still in horrendous shape but in the words of Steve Aoki, “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”