Also so referred to Happy Hour.
At the golf coarse in Tukwila, no less.
And it was packed! Who are all these idiots hanging out at the golf coarse?!...in Tukwila!?
Whatever.
We had mini pulled pork sandwiches, potato skins, and garlic hot wings.
We didn't learn a damn thing from poor Mr. Bossett (dead guy at Eastlake Grill.)
Only because the Commish's b-day is nigh, Steve manned up and had two shots of Tequilla with us.
All three of us have issues with our FF Running Back situation. I have three very startable backs. Steve and Bruce do not.
I would laugh it up except my Wide Recievers are a bunch of cans. I've got Terrell, Lameass #1, and Lameass #2. I am so going down this week.
Off to Suburban Starbucks. Lot's of cops there. Good thing we hadn't been drinking.
I know it's just Starbucks, but they have a pumpkin muffin to die for. Seriously. I left after a few hours to let the boys catch up on obscure music trivia and politics.
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