What better way to kick off the season than an ole' fashioned football party with my blog buddies.  Here is recap of the festivities...

ShooterB paces in his living room, 30 minutes before kickoff.  "I wonder if anyone will show up", he asks his brother, ShooterC.

 

"You bet they will.  If not, what will I do with all these grilled cheese sandwiches", replies Shooter's Steeler-crazed brother.

 

 There is a knock at the door...

"Hey, FlyingPig!  How the hell are you buddy?  I see you brought Ricko and TheDan with you.  Awesome!  What's that?  Oh, you had to carpool because someone stole your Pacer.  Sorry to hear that.  But come in and try to enjoy yourself anyway(interrupted by Dan)...No, Dan...I don't have any Molson." 

 

"Oh my gosh, look what the cat dragged in...it's Miracle.  How's it...wait a second.  Who is that in your car?  Is that...Sally?  What are doing with Miracle?  I thought we had something special.  Wow, this is awkward.  Alright, go ahead and come on in.  I'll be cool.  Just caught me by surprise, that's all.  And Miracle, I'll deal with you later." 

 

Shortly after Miracle's arrival...ShooterB is sulking in a dark corner of his bedroom with a bottle of Maker's Mark Bourbon.  ShooterC walks in to see what's wrong. 

 

"I can't believe it.  Betrayed by my own friend!  What do I do?" asks a heartbroken ShooterB. 

 

ShooterC replies, "Didn't you lose rights to Sally in a poker game during the Pig Roast?" 

 

"Oh yeah.  OK, Party on!"... 

 

ShooterB walks back in the living room just in time to greet a few new arrivals to the party.  "CarolynT, nice to see you.  Wow, thanks for bringing the deviled eggs, hot wings, nachos, rack of lamb, stuffed mushrooms, and cheesecake.  I was planning on just serving this 12 lb bag of tortilla chips...but this works much better." 

 

CarolynT whispers to ShooterB, "Psst, hey Shooter...keep the swine society away from me.  Hogfan just showed up with a basket of apples.  I'm leaving the second this gets out of hand."

 

Shooter yells across the room, "Hey, Hogfan...I told you no apples!  Put that basket outside pronto.  And I mean it." 

 

The phone rings...   

 

"Hey, keep it down guys...I'm on the phone." 

 

"Hello...hey Smoke, how are you?  What do you mean you can't make it?  No, I don't have any bail money...what in the heck did you do?  Oh, I saw that in the paper...so you were that crazy Cubs fan that went ballistic on Dusty Baker.  How is he anyway, out of the hospital yet?  OK, I'll give my best to the gang.  NO, I won't bail you out!  Geez..." 

 

Hangs up phone... 

 

"OK, what did I miss?  Charlie Batch just threw a touchdown to Hines Ward?  You must be joking."  

 

By then, several more bloggers had arrived including - Bengals, Norcalfella, MustardMan, Burger21, Siddhartha, Cuzzifer, HalfBaked, Nooch, Gcoach, and SouthernCindi... 

 

"Hold up for a second guys, is there even enough room in here for everyone.  I invited more bloggers that may show up later.  Wait a second, where did Ricko and Miracle go?  And where is my bottle of bourbon?  And my lighter fluid?  Uh oh, I have a bad feeling about this." 

 

The door swings open abruptly, and the room stops... 

 

"Hey, it's Tophatal!  Who are these lovely ladies you brought with you?  WHAT?!  They are your girlfriend?  All 3 of them?  Why are they wearing bikinis?  OK, come on in.  But be warned, there are swine among us.  Right over...oh crap, where is Hogfan and FP?  And where is that basket of apples?" 

 

"Forget it.  Ricko, get me a drink...I'm going to sit down and watch the game for a bit.  Why are you giggling?  What's in this drink anyway?" 

 

"Wow, that Ronnie Brown looks impressive.  2 touchdowns already.  Hey, Burger...don't cry buddy.  It's only one game, and there is plenty of time for the Steelers to come back.  What's that?  Oh, you're crying because they put Nyquil in your beer?  Hey, don't worry...you'll get used to the taste.  But the TV is over here, why are yelling at the wall?" 

 

"Look, Morisato brought some Chico's tacos.  Awesome.  Go ahead and share with the group.  Just make sure the path to the bathroom is clear." 

 

The room roars at a big run by Willie Parker to end the 3rd quarter... 

 

Miracle stands up and addresses the room, "Listen up everybody.  I have a joke for you.  Paris Hilton walks into a bar with a priest, a linebacker, and a donkey..." 

 

ShooterB interrupts, "That's enough Dr. Phil McCracken, the game is back on." 

 

"A fumble in the red zone?  Oh sweet Moses!  Settle down everyone.  No, no, no!" 

 

An earth shattering kaboom brings silence to the room... 

 

"Thanks a lot!  Now the TV is broken.  I rented this plasma screen just for the party.  Now what are we gonna do?  I guess we'll make the best of it.  Who's up for a game of Twister?  FlyingPig, get the game ready." 

 

After a chaotic scramble the door, the room is cleared except for FlyingPig, Hogfan, and SouthernCindi... 

 

"Why did everyone leave?  Oh no, why is the apple basket empty?  Get out of here Hogfan."  

 

Hours later, Ricko emerges from the bathroom... 

 

"What's up, Ricko?"

 

"Don't ask", replies a green and pale faced Ricko.

 

Does this mean no more blogger parties?