After resting up this morning and some failed fishing, Jeff took us out on the boat for a tour of the lake. He showed us the sights and regaled us with a few tales from my Mom's high school and college days. It sounds like The Judge (my grandpa) was just as much of a hard ass as The Colonel (my dad). Though it did sound like a few of the other Cherry Hillers were a bit crazier than my Mom (that may or may not include some of our blog followers). Jeff took us out to dinner and we shot the shit for quite a while. Here is my personal favorite Jeff story, "So just before the last game the Patriots played at Foxbrough, I was working on a commercial with Drew Bledsoe. When we were done he brought down a couple buckets of golf balls and we hit drivers into the stands. When the played there last game a day later they were really sucking it up. I was watching ESPN and the announcers notice the fans were throwing things onto the field. After 5 minutes the announcers realized it was golf balls. The same balls Drew and I hit up in the stands yesterday."
When we arrived at the villa there was a list of helpful tips for operating all the toys in the house. The list also mentioned that Jeff had been having a problem with muskrats on the shore, and if we felt so inclined to grab the shotgun out of the closet and take down a few. Obviously we had to check it out and there was a a shotgun and shells. Needless to say after I finish up the blog we are going hunting, wish us luck. Well tomorrow we have a long day in the saddle, heading over to Greenville, SC to stay with my aunt and uncle. We will take our first zero day there, so we will catch you on the flip side.
Beautiful places and Smiling faces,
Steve

Hope you shot yourself some dinner. Sounds like posh living for a couple guys on bikes. I thought I scammed a great place for the team to spend the weekend. You've got us beat. Next year Judah, you are in charge of finding us housing. Keep it coming.
ReplyDeleteSince I didn't get a call, I suppose that you didn't shoot off you toe. Please don't include maimed muskrats in your photo journey. Please only believe half of what Jeff told you and remember the way I told the high school stories. We'll discuss any discrepancies.
ReplyDeleteMuch love to Aunt Phyllis and Uncle Jay. Pick up your towels.
I believe that Jeff and your Mom were caught by the cops up on the middle school roof with beer. CUD
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