Month: October 2010

Now I lay me down to Sleep, if I…..

EDITORS NOTE – THERE IS NOTHING WRONG (well I can’t speak for my mind or liver) WITH ME.
One of my fathers Consigliere’s from the days of Ronco Pasta passed away this past week after a vicious battle with cancer and thankfully went peacefully with his family at his side. Out of respect to his great family I attended the wake as I remember MB as a very nice gentlemen and that he always had peppermint candy that he would always share with me. In talking with one of the daughters at the wake, she was upset that people would remember her father in a sickly state as it was an open casket service and honestly he didn’t look like himself. As I was driving home I recalled another funeral in which again the deceased didn’t look like themselves. This got me to think for when the day that CBT kicks the bucket so here is what I would like for my final wishes;

  1. No open casket – Burn my arse up and I want my ashes spread over the second largest barrier reef in Belize on a Catamaran with all my friends in attendance.
  2. No sappy music for me, I want Elvis’ Trilogy to be played as they are scattering me and I expect every glass/bottle raised.
  3. My assets – give some money to my surviving family, The Poor Clarie’s, and the rest to pay for the bar tab at my memorial service.
  4. No tears, I want everyone to start a comment with “You remember when Crazy arse CBT……”
  5. I expect the Arkansas Fight Song to be played at some time during the party
  6. The Finest Cigars should be smoked.
  7. A Beach BBQ should be in order.
  8. Maybe a beer pong table also.
  9. I would like for there to be a CBT Memorial Horse Race at Oaklawn Racetrack and for there to be at least one Grey horse in the running. Pink Silk for the Jockey would be a bonus.
  10. I want a good time and everyone wondering “Do you think he has cold beer in Hell?”

Again, there is nothing wrong with me I just want to get that stuff settled and out of the way. Ok onto the South Main Oktoberfest to drink beer.

It is just strange that they have him buried in the backyard just like a pet hamster.

I mean who wouldn’t want to be scattered there?

Yep I will be kicking it with Paisano once again.

I have to say this is one of my most Macabre posts that I have ever done.


CBT returns to NWA to catch a little football game

Sorry I have been kinda busy as of late as to why I have a lack of posting but this one is going to be a good one. Monday of Hogs/Bama weekend I get a text message from JK reading “Have an extra ticket and a hotel room you up for it?” My reply was “As long as I can be the big spoon.” So off to God’s country we go. RK’s son is a Junior in high school so this was a campus visit given by some guy who has a little bit of power for the University of Arkansas and we got the hook up. The game was great, wished it went the other way but hey you have to love fall football and seeing good friends.

Went over to RV park to see some friends
Not saying that this RV was tricked out but that isn’t leather that is ostrich
Of course it had a TV on the table because the 54 inch monster at the front of the motor coach isn’t big enough.

Yes that is marble with gold leaf in the bathroom
This thing had more James Bond gadgets it was amazing
Pretty much is the only way to travel if you ask me
A bonus of being a student trainer for the football team, you got to hang with the cheerleaders and pom-pon teams. Heddy and Josie still looking good and hasn’t changed a bit.
Angela and Conrow made the trip from H town
Students lined up way past the HYPR building to get into the stadium
God Bless em!

Thanks to Uncle B Allen, we were able to sneak into the ‘closed’ basketball practice
Now I am calling BS because this wasn’t here when I would have to freeze my arse off during bowl practice. To the left behind the glass is the Weight Room and that sucker is 100 yards long.
Visitors Entry
The upper deck wasn’t there when we were there
Of course we had to have a sideline picture
Notice that my date and I are wearing matching outfits btw
Bringing in the mascot
Nothing like a little “Hit that line” to get the students fired up while they are waiting to get into the stadium
Yep, he even stopped for me to take the pic
2 hours prior to kick
Oh look little sister made it to the game
Lou Holtz called, he wants his shoes back there El Diablo
Kinda hard to be a UTK fan right now
Here little sister is getting the text from me “Where the hell are you?”
Snagged a pic with Mel
Oh yea, I am getting excited
Uncle B your seats are pretty crappy ya know?
A big thank you btw, I appreciate it!
There wasn’t an empty seat in the house
Good to see Ken Hatfield at the game
Yep, he is a grown damn man!
Jerry being Jerry
Bless her heart, she must have run 20 miles back and forth in 4 inch heels
He is so tiny!
Goose Bumps every time!
Here is Wato, and Wato’s baby!
Give that boy 18 years and he will be riding in a Winnebago that reads “Don’t laugh your daughter may be in here!”
Good to see AW at Hugos
And my token Bama Fan too!