Post by Ken on Sept 10, 2007 3:28:45 GMT -5
I was in Little River at a BBQ cook-off (it was hot as blazing hell all day) but when the game started, it was just beginning to cool down. So I popped the top on an ice cold Coors light. It was my first that day. I had arrived mid-morning and I'm not one of those folks that can drink cold beer in the hot sun...I've learned my lesson over the years of feeling like an axe had been driven into my skull so I showed some great restraint until this moment and waited till kick-off to indulge, and also poured me a long cold syrupy shot of Patron silver that had been waiting in the ice chest as for me as well. I cranked the stereo on my sisters truck (why run MY battery down, when sis has got the a better truck and all the money anyway?) and I pulled one of those canvas chairs up next to her truck and under the stars, which were just starting to peek out. When kickoff started, I was in heaven. That is until Colt McCoy started lobbing batting practice to the damn Horned Frogs! At half time, when we were down 10-0, I was roving the camp, going from site to site begging for leftover BBQ from the various teams. The confederate clad biker looking guys next to us had placed in just about every single category and their BBQ'd ribs were falling off the bone! I shared some of my tequila with them in exchange for their last rib...Delish!
The loud obnoxious Okie on the other side of where my sis' camper was, took delight in my misery and in the fact that UT was getting their heads handed to them, but he did offer me some of his brisket. I am pleased to report that it was underdone, rubbery and tough as shoe leather and after the first bite found itself laying in my sisters dog bowl.
The second half was like a parallel universe. All of a sudden the Horns came to the realization that the season had started and the worm turned. While in the midst of scoring 27 unanswered points the Okie had finished packing up his camp and left, muttering something about the sucky judges...I guess rubbery BBQ scores big points in Oklahoma! On the other hand, the Biker/ Rebs had become my best friends, offering me some of their juicy chicken which had came in 7th...(jeeze if this was 7th what did FIRST taste like?) and some of their brisket which melted in my mouth like cotton candy.
By game's end the band had started to play up on the hill, and I figured by then, that the Horns had things under control so I decided to take my chair, and a couple more Coors lights and and go listen to them with my sister. Not what you'd expect at a BBQ in the middle of Hicksville, this band had a tough Rock-A-Billy sound to them...did some pretty unique and awesome covers (of Jimi Hendrix and Elton John among others) and had some great original music too!
When they finished their set, I kissed my sister on the top of her head and convinced her that I was fine to drive and was going to head back to my bed in Leander.
On the way home, I chilled out to some 50's music on my XM and talked to my sweetheart wife on the cell who had been spending the weekend fishing at the Gulf with some relatives.
BBQ, tequila, Ice cold beer and good music...oh and a Longhorn win...it was good day.
(This post was written in the spirit of, and with certain homage to our dear LameArm)
Ken
The loud obnoxious Okie on the other side of where my sis' camper was, took delight in my misery and in the fact that UT was getting their heads handed to them, but he did offer me some of his brisket. I am pleased to report that it was underdone, rubbery and tough as shoe leather and after the first bite found itself laying in my sisters dog bowl.
The second half was like a parallel universe. All of a sudden the Horns came to the realization that the season had started and the worm turned. While in the midst of scoring 27 unanswered points the Okie had finished packing up his camp and left, muttering something about the sucky judges...I guess rubbery BBQ scores big points in Oklahoma! On the other hand, the Biker/ Rebs had become my best friends, offering me some of their juicy chicken which had came in 7th...(jeeze if this was 7th what did FIRST taste like?) and some of their brisket which melted in my mouth like cotton candy.
By game's end the band had started to play up on the hill, and I figured by then, that the Horns had things under control so I decided to take my chair, and a couple more Coors lights and and go listen to them with my sister. Not what you'd expect at a BBQ in the middle of Hicksville, this band had a tough Rock-A-Billy sound to them...did some pretty unique and awesome covers (of Jimi Hendrix and Elton John among others) and had some great original music too!
When they finished their set, I kissed my sister on the top of her head and convinced her that I was fine to drive and was going to head back to my bed in Leander.
On the way home, I chilled out to some 50's music on my XM and talked to my sweetheart wife on the cell who had been spending the weekend fishing at the Gulf with some relatives.
BBQ, tequila, Ice cold beer and good music...oh and a Longhorn win...it was good day.
(This post was written in the spirit of, and with certain homage to our dear LameArm)
Ken
