Champions Again.
Permit me a post that may be of interest to only a very few Peeps.
It’s official. Yesterday, my friend and bodyguard Ken and I beat our two Usual Suspect Rivals (Jeff – da Chef of da Future and Captain Arthur) at horseshoes, making us the Season Champions yet again. Try as they might, these two dewemplins have never been able to come out on top by the end of the season, which runs from Memorial Day through Labor Day.
This year, the season was marked many fewer matches than before, because da Chef of da Future had somehow injured his shoulder (or so he says). The season also ended a week early, as neither of the Losers will be around next week for yet another beating.
Predictably, they did their usual grousing, replete with claims, such as “Da practice throws shoulda counted!†No surprise there: Jeff had thrown a ringer for one of the two practice throws per player. Boo-hoo. Tooooo bad, sooooo sad.
I suppose they can take some solace in know that there’s always next year, but they’ve been saying that for years now. BWHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Afterwards, as the merciless gloating and grousing continued over post-game cocktails, including a few chocolate vodkas to cap off the night, (there were also pre-game and during-game cocktails), Ken said, “You ought to blog this.â€
Before I could respond that I hadn’t planned on blogging it, because I didn’t think that anyone outside our immediate circle would be interested in reading it, the two Knuckleheads started right in, “Yeah, go ahead, and we’ll write comments about how fulla shit you are and how WE wuz robbed and WE really are the season champs … blah blah blah.â€
I explained that, as Master of my Little Blogiverse, I can disable comments.
“Yeah, go ahead, and we’ll comment in other places. We’ll leave comments all over da place telling the troot about youse fulla shit guys!â€
What I didn’t tell Da Losers is that, as Master of my Little Blogiverse, I can EDIT their fulla shit comments in such a way that might surprise them.
Consider yourselves warned, sissy boys.
Horse shoes is easy..ya oughta try pitching alligator shoes
Comment by GUYK — August 26, 2007 @ 9:11 pm
I can see it now – you and da bodyguard, dancing around the horseshoe pit… ROFLMAO.
Y’know, that chocolate vodka stuff might really enhance a Starbucks mocha frappucino…the more I think about this, the more it appeals to me. With this concoction, we have chocolate, vodka, caffeine, and sugar… yes I really think this works for me. I must consider further.
Comment by Teresa — August 26, 2007 @ 9:22 pm
I love horseshoes. I used to be pretty good at it. I’m going to challenge you if we ever end up at a pit together.
Comment by Libby — August 26, 2007 @ 9:28 pm
“…there’s always next year…”
Geez, I wonder where you STOLE that from.
[Horseshoes??? Is Shuffleboard, Pinochle and Bingo next?]
Comment by Erica — August 26, 2007 @ 9:38 pm
The way you write the way they talk, makes me laugh. My husband’s family up in NJ talks like that. I figured it was a Jersey Italian thing. And they don’t say, ‘throw’ they say ‘troe’.
Comment by Bou — August 26, 2007 @ 9:51 pm
Horseshoooooooooes forrrrrrrr yeeeeeeeeee!
Comment by Elisson — August 26, 2007 @ 10:28 pm
Doesn’t it piss off the horse when you throw his shoes?
Comment by hoosierboy — August 27, 2007 @ 12:30 am
chocolate, vodka, caffeine, and sugar
All the major food groups except gum.
Comment by Cousin Jack — August 27, 2007 @ 12:43 am
Horseshoes….. Some years back I moved to a new home & after being welcomed to that neighborhood was asked if I had ever pitched horseshoes. I said Oh yeah! & was challenged by my new next door neighbor Joe`s son age 14 to a match. He was very gracious & spotted me 45 points with the match being 50. The kid beat me 51 to 48. This kid later grew up to be a 3 time world horse pitching champion, his name is Danny Kuchchinski.
While living there I was initiated into the fold , taught to throw a 1&1/4 turn shoe, purchased two sets of Gordon tournament shoes , A set of Ted Allen dead soft shoes, had two sets of medium hard bronze shoes cast , put in my own court`s with lights, 7/8″ stainless stakes set into railroad ties with about two tons of washed & sifted clay & covers to protect the moisture content.I spent hours learning first to throw an open shoe, then a flat shoe then to find the stake.In my prime I got to about a 46/50% ringer ability…..unfortunately for me Danny in his prime was about a 80/83%, his dad Joe 75%, uncle Wes 80% brothers (3) 65/75%
I spent many many evenings with some of the best horseshoe pitchers in the world, traveled to several world championships………but never personally ever qualified to compete in any of the top flight tourneys or ever bested Danny, any of his brothers, uncles or Dad. They were all at various levels county, state regional or world champions.But it was fun & provided me with fond memories , now I am fired up to put in new courts down at camp & get the sets of shoes out of storage in the garage & start practicing. WooHoo!
Comment by dudley1 — August 27, 2007 @ 7:20 am
dudley1,
That is very, very cool. I’d love to watch those guys play. My initial thought was, “Yeah, but can they do cocktails and play?” But I suspect they could play completely shitfaced and beat us.
Jimbo
Comment by Jim — August 27, 2007 @ 9:04 am
Curt Day actually lived down the street from at the time he was three time world champion and 18 time Indiana champion horseshoe pitcher. We used to ride our bikes down to watch him practice. My first house was on the edge of Dorner Park, home of the Curt Day horsehoe Courts. http://www.accs.net/users/wolf/curtday.htm
Comment by hoosierboy — August 27, 2007 @ 9:29 am
I love to watch a good horseshoe match, which of course includes MUCH gloating by all participants.
However, I am not allowed to participate in the game itself. Something about medical insurance, accidental death and dismemberment….I never did catch the whole thing.
🙂
Comment by Tammi — August 27, 2007 @ 10:27 am
I haven’t played it in years.. since my parents played it at parties.. Hmmm..
Comment by Kate — August 27, 2007 @ 10:59 am
Ya need a combination game, horse shoes, half rubber and a lot of drinking. Dang someone could get hurt. Who wants to write the rules?
Comment by james old guy — August 27, 2007 @ 7:42 pm
Hoosierboy…..
Curt Day was at the first world championship I attended in 1965, it was won by Elmer Hohl in Keene NH.I was introduced to him by Floyd Toole a pitcher from Arkansas,Curt was a fine gentleman. That was Dan Kuchcinskis first competition at the mens level. Curt won the world title the following year.
Comment by dudley1 — August 27, 2007 @ 8:10 pm