Birdsfan

We're not really "planners" so much as "instigators."

Brian Weinrich!! Though this isn't a surprise selection, it is a wise one, which will maintain the continuity of a winning program and a tradition built on the shoulders of all the many players who preceded him.

Nope. It has none of those things.

That makes perfect sense. :lol2:

Seeing as the school is not run by total idiots, I think you guys can stop, um..."worrying."

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GOLDIE!!!

Looks like another day of running around with your arms up in the air!

Although he didn't say Weinrich was the selection.

You know what you get if you breed a Labrador with a pit bull? A meth lab. :sneaky:

Does it always have to be about you? I'm not sure I'm ready to make this big of a change. :down:

And the award for Best Use of Color in a Post goes to.......

That's what she said.

We have always called the "pony kegs" around here.

He is still in the very earliest stages of his reprogramming. We will get him....all in good time!

I heard his skeleton is actually buried somewhere else; because most people prefer the boneless.

We'll take our Highlands any day. I mean, who wants to live over what is basically a ginormous cemetery? :wideyed:

He has elevation envy.

I'm having so much fun watching you Louisvillians plan the bajeebers out of this thing! Shoot, for our meet-up, we set no particular time and really never said where it would even be held. Then we gt seated in an undisclosed location and lost half our reserved tables when not enough people found us in time. :lol2:

Your honor, I object to this line of questioning! Now get back to your pizza!

No, plantmanky does...or so I hear.

I keep seeing the little lady from poltergeist: "Come into the light! All are welcome...aaaaalllll are welcome!"

I'll have you know I had only the Jaegerschnitzel...which was most joyous! SO now you're not only the new guy at the party, but the new guy stirring the post-party pot! And that's not as easy to say as it is to do...or something.

The BGPers Run to State – Made bail this morning. Came home with three phone numbers and the best massage he’s ever had. Plantmanky – He wasn’t anything like his avatar. Well, I mean he wasn’t green or anything. Uk#1fan – Bravest guy in the world. It was like a pit of angry lions and uk#1fan was a Salisbury steak. The man has rocks. Although, unlike RTS, we did not have to actually view them. Birdsfan – This is me, and as we all know, I never talk about myself. Nkypete – This gentleman came all the way down to join us at the Hofbrau…then spent the whole night posting on BGP. An intervention may be in order here. Bengal Maniac – Not as “maniacal” as you might think. I didn’t get to talk to him much. He was sitting over on the far side of NkyPete’s Holy Cross ring, so I couldn’t really see him. SportsGuy41017 – Joined us for a while, but then mysteriously disappeared. Thinking he might’ve been raptured….or ruptured. Habib – We were afraid to let Habib leave, for fear that the whole table would come crashing down when the philosophical weight shifted to the right. Was fun though, watching he and RTS try their darnedest to not discuss any subject. Habib gets the prize for making the longest trip to join us – all the way from Philadelphia! Oh great, a liberal AND an Eagles fan; I’m surprised he doesn’t beat HIMSELF up! Oldbird – Was pleasantly surprised to see one of BGP’s founding fathers last night. OB is like the Paul Revere of BGP, but without the horse. He just runs around town yelling “The British are coming! The British are coming!” Funny thing: He did that last night and some guy with a bad French accent jumped up and said, “Where...where?” No idea what that was about. Anyway OB, did you ever figure out who MTGL is? KyTmcNcc – Glad to see you and the Mrs. last night, KyTmcNccqrstuvwxyz. Sorry that there was no room at the inn when you all arrived. After all these slackers failed to show up on time, the innkeeper repo’d our second table. Lawnboy13 – He wins the award for being the only attendee at the hastily organized Lexington “shadow-meet-up” to have the cannoli’s to also attend the real BGP meet-up. Gametime – What can we say. GT is a legend. We know this only because he tells us so every hour on the hour. He’s like Kim Jung Un’s cuckoo clock. GT drops names faster than RTS drops his pants for a chicken dance. Btw, I talked to my doctor this morning. He says he thinks I either have Monkey Pox or Bearcat Rabies. B-ball-fan – A pleasure meeting you, my friend. Thanks for sharing your story about your friend who had the ethnic reassignment surgery. You win the award for not only being the BGPer who overcame the greatest amount of trepidation to meet with us, but also the one and only BGPer to actually sport official BGP gear. And you had two layers of it! You might have had a third layer, but we weren’t going there. Content1 – You win the award for being the newest BGPer to ever appear at an official BGP event! Now that we know who you are, we promise not to have the bouncer throw you out into the alley with the garbage cans…again. MentschTrachtGottLacht – We really need to do something about that name of yours. I was so surprised to see you walking toward our table last night! I had no clue who you were…other than GT telling me of course, because he can’t keep a secret. Well anyway, I thoroughly enjoyed being abused by you and GT last night. That is, until I managed to divert your barbs toward poor Mrs. RTS. Hellbird – Have to give a special shout out to our friend Hellbird. He wins the award for making the most valiant attempt to be at the meet-up! He gets out of the hospital, and tries to come to the party on the same day. We weren’t sure what to expect, but when the paramedics brought a guy in on a stretcher, all balled up in seething pain...carrying a stein of beer…well, we just figured it had to be you. Wish it had been; though that guy was pretty cool too. ------------------------------------------------- “The Babes” Mrs. RTS – Became the target of teasing during a minor lull in GT oversharing his photos and puking Monkey Pox on my head. Coworker of Mrs. RTS – Undoubtedly went home disillusioned and confused. Mrs. KyTmcNcc – Pretty sure she just wanted to get the hell out of there. Girl Sitting Behind Us - This girl was clearly on a blind date with a loser and wanted to go home even more than Mrs. KyTmcNcc. Cindy Lou – Being thrown out of Chuck E. Cheese, as we speak, for ordering a Dunkel with five tokens at the snack bar. Our Waitress – She did a great job of remembering what drinks and food were ordered, but not necessarily who should pay for them.

Yes! One of the highlights of the evening. The guy from the oompah band makes this big announcement, "We have a birthday here tonight! It's Cindy Lou's fifth birthday. Where's Cindy Lou?" At this point someone holds up a kid that was closer to five months then five years. No clue what that was about. Then, finally someone hoists up the right kid -- who, you just know would have rather been at Chuck E. Cheese. How does that thinking process work for people? Well, it's Cindy Lou's big fifth birthday; where should we take her? Hey, how about a noisy beer hall on a Friday night surrounded by 500 alcoholics and a naked guy doing the chicken dance dangerously close to the edge of a table! That is, unless there's a nice pool hall available downtown.