When I heard the McCarty Brothers were going to rendezvous in Florida for a getaway weekend, I was all in. Eager to book a Southwest Airlines Flight, using my frequent flyer miles, Brad Savage mentioned that he would be driving to Florida and passing right through Tennessee. Reluctantly I accepted and immediately felt like I was in a hostage situation.
Once in the vehicle (a Trax no less, even though being Trans is all the rage) I was told I had to complete the State License Plate Game (which included Canada and the District of Columbia Ö that is not a State game). Afraid for my safety, I complied.
Fourteen hours later, I was released from the vehicle, to blue skies, warm temperatures, and the inability to move my legs. After a few hours in the hot tub, feeling was being restored to my legs.
The next day, the rest of the McCarty Brothers arrived and it was off to Immokalee for a little Indian Casino action. Letís just say the Indianís exacted their revenge on the white man that day.
In the evening, a little action at a poker room and I won back what the Indians had taken earlier in the day. (sorry if this isnít politically correct)
While in Florida, we took in a Tigerís preseason game, played golf at Tiger Woods Putt Putt, Tigerís ex can swing a nine-iron like no other, a little karaoke, more poker, lots of good food, many soaks in the hot tub, before being forced back into that Trax for a God-awful 13 hour drive back to TN.
All in all, in spite of the Trax, spending time with my brothers is priceless and I always have a great time when we can sit around laugh and reminisce about the old days.
Love you guys, but I am not getting back into that Trax!