Sunset in Paradise

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The UW vs. ASU Report

A bit overdue I'm afraid, but here is the report from the October 13 meeting of the Huskies and the Sun Devils.

Quincy began the day with his usual grimace and complaint routine in response to the previous day/night's activities. A few hours, and a few cocktails, later he was back in the hunt. Kid tossing ensued. Pretty sure Nicholas is scarred for life.

After a brief stop at the utterly pathetic Gordon Bierch, we ventured to the library. Quinn couldn't help but take a moment at the porn store to check out the merchandise. Indeed, the Devil is in the Details...

After this adventure we headed to "The Library". If you have not been to this Tempe icon, you are really missing out on an experience. No, it is not the scantily clad waitresses - no not at all - instead it is the sort of college football experience that one simply must soak up. HOWEVER, let's face it, the scantily clad waitresses are a part of the experience. You just can't go to the Library without noticing them...no really.

Really...can you blame him?

Someone is having a good time here. At this point, I'm just pleased we remembered to actually leave the Library and attend the game. "Sauced" would be a vast understatement of the BAC that this crew was packing. One step away from incarceration, gives a better picture of the level of inebriation.

I just wish we had gotten better seats for this gig. Such a shame. The 50 is all of 10 yards south of where we were at. Sorry Quincy, I let you down. And really, 26 rows back...what a failure I am.

And ASU takes the field...

With slightly less fanfare, the Dawg's venture into Sun Devil Stadium.

As we departed the stadium, the Devils piled on with some sort of an unnecessary touchdown. While waiting for the car to arrive, we were accosted by some stupid, and very drunk, ASU fans hunkered down en masse at the Library. An obnoxiously loud, "fuck you Washington, we kicked your ass" prompted Posner to turn around and engage this lot. After reconsidering douching one of the lads with his own beer, Quinn chose to simply stick a few fingers in the beverage and flick it at the dumb ass. I managed to separate the two - with ABSOLUTELY no help from the bouncer who proclaimed, "what I'm I supposed to do? I can't control them" (M.U.C.H.) - and the we escaped with only a cigarette being thrown at us. Not an impressive showing from the ASU faithful.

All in all it was a very fun visit to the desert. Old friends and college football. Two things that go great together.

Until next time - Kid Fury.

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Welcome friends, rivals, and family. This blog chronicles the life, times and adventures of Kid Fury.

As many of you are aware, my father is currently in the final stages of his life. He's been battling a degenerative brain disorder for several years and it has finally come to claim him. He is resting comfortably at a hospice facility in Phoenix now as we await the inevitable.

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