The Trail of Vomit Starts in Louisville, KY.

Brethren,

It's a little known fact that I occasionally like to drink with my fellow SportsJournalists.commers in strange and wonderful cities. New York, D.C., Chicago, Minneapolis, Toronto... Oh, there have been some blurry, hazy times. Offering wicked $100 to puke on the sidewalk (he did not collect, and really, I'm still in shock); watching hockeybeat eat a bowl of creamed spinach and then watching some floorbound dude get turned into creamed spinach with a single punch; beholding the perfect storm of seeing Clubber Slang and IJAG in the same bar; and, of course, finding the corpse of a certain mustachioed redneck in my hotel bathroom after a memorable night at Nye's.

Well, it's time for another bender, even though only 20 hours ago, I was staggering out of El Floridita in Havana, having tried to break Hemingway's house record for diaquiri consumption (and I could have, too, if I hadn't been kicked out).

Anyway, Darling Joe doesn't know this yet, but we've been talking about a reunion, a rekindling of the bilious fires that burned so bright in Minneapolis.

This will be last-minute, sketchy, potentially law-breaking, and absolutely brutal on its participants, because I expect, as always, at least one member of the crew to fall near death, or at least into some kind of coma.

But I feel certain that sometime this weekend, a crater will be made somewhere in the vicinity of Louisville, Kentucky -- and by vicinity, I mean within a seven-hour radius of Louisville.

More details to come, but if you're man enough (or woman enough, especially if you're woman enough) to drink with Joe and me -- and know that there will be no sipping, and that you will see my ass and possibly my balls, probably dunked in your drink -- sign up here and we'll figure something fun out.

The time to live is now, brothers and sisters. Be not afraid, for your place in history will be thine for the taking.

 

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If this ever happens within a 7-hour radius of SLC, I'll be the designated driver.

 

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GODDAMMIT WHY COULDN'T THIS HAVE BEEN THIS PAST WEEKEND WHEN I WAS STUCK PLAYING SEA WORLD GO FISH WITH MY FATHER??

 

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7 hours in which direction, Jones?

 

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Jones, I am completely bummed about this. We set our weekend with Darling Joe this week and got iced out of the area. Now, Doc and I can't go back for at least two weeks!

 

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Because you talked mean to me... Karma's a bitch.


And yeah, which direction...

I, however, would pay good money to see Jones picking up a transvestite hooker in my burg....

 

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Question. Is the meeting in Louisville or Minnesota?

 

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Big Ragu, you ingrate. Hath thee forgotten P.J. Clarke's, and the good will I showed? Hath thee forsaketh me and my pints of Guinness and burgers of cheese? Gingerbread's delightful glass of wine -- dust blowneth from the bottle -- at the Subway Inn? My ass in Pastor's face at some other joint I can't recall? And I was simply giving that wayward transvestite a ride home, Heathen.

Oh, and by the way, brothers and sisters, this isn't the Post Your Excuses For Being a Lameass Thread. This is the signup thread.

Sxy, dearest Drunkface, and slappy, my homey, and KY, my jellied friend, I'm hoping the event will be nearish fair Louisville, but I must discuss this further with Darling Joe. It could be a few hours west or south. I would guess not north and probably not east, although I do have to make a stop in Morristown, Tennessee.

Go forth, my flock, and maketh it a double.

 

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Jonesy,
The closer to Louisville, the better.

 

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Jones, when are you going to be in Texas?