I’m sure the first thing everyone says to themselves when they read this blog is “damn, when are these guys gonna take a vacation?”
The time has come. About a week and a half ago we called our good buddy Kevin from Des Moines and told him he should drive down with some bros and take a day off with us in Kansas City. We figured cold beer, maybe some barbecue, a little fishing. Well, Kevin and his wife Kristy, who are now winning at being friends, rented a vacation house on the Lake of the Ozarks and called it our early christmas present. The Jones’ never let us down, AND they brought our friend Gabe down as a party favor.
Gabe’s weekend contributions: Four fishing poles with tackle, a BB gun, and a bow with four arrows. Not shit that you’d find on my list, but when you’ve had several beers and Gabe hands you a BB gun, you think to yourself “you are a god damn genius”. And when he fires a single arrow out the window and into the lake for no reason whatsoever while your watching baseball, you just sit silent, nodding your head……….. “we’re really fuckin’ doin’ it dude”.
The next day Kevin mentioned that there were batting cages in town, and with all the baseball we’ve been watching, it was time to go crank a couple. ATTENTION: the batting cages in Osage Beach are fucking sketchy!!! For starters, no helmets. Alright, I can deal with that. How about a slider coming in hot right at your shins? A bean ball to the temple? Well that’s the kind of consistency you get for 50 cents a pop. At one point, some kid went in the wrong gate and was just running in between the pitching machines like someone on American Gladiators looking for some cover.
Good times, no one was hurt. But if you’re ever picking teams, pick Heath for batting cages and Gabe for fishing, not the other way around.