Another Meat Massacre is in the books; the ballads about this year’s edition are still being composed. Aaron got the festivities started early by riding through the grocery store in an electric chair while we were purchasing food. Later, when the Home Run Derby started we brought beers along, and as a result the event went from the normal ten-plus innings to a four inning affair followed by much imbibing in the shade. The actual Meat Massacre was the usual good time, with much meat consumed and more than a few people grabbing their stomachs in obvious signs of distress after eating far too much. A couple of memorable highlights include the shitfish story and tales of Trey’s pool sharking days (“Who’s the guy with the barco-lounger on his truck? All right, let’s rack ’em up, baby!”).
"My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?" — David Mitchell