Following an exasperating three state tour in the van via Needles and Searchlight we all met, except Cutty, at the Algiers Bar and wow was it like funky man. Tears and laughter, you know stuff that songs are made of. Anyhow shortly after obliging to a libation we all noticed that Trent had a significant other drinking him under the table. After inquiry we all toasted Trent and Tracey's announcement to be married at some undisclosed location and some undisclosed time in the future. Three cheers for Trent and Tracey!!!

Well about one in the morning it was time to shake the tail feathers and do some roaming around. We decided that old is better than new so we headed to the Horse Shoe down town. All I remember is eating breakfast with Greg and Jeff-A at 4:00 a.m. trying to stop them from sleeping in their plates.

Well at 7:00 a.m. I made rousing noises and woke everyone I could to be in the Van by 7:30 and to the field by 8:00 for our first game. Having arrived at the field at 8:00 prompt we all went to look at the brackets and see who we play and when. 10:30 AGAINST THE DALLAS HARLIQUINS Buddy you are going to die! First we don't play till 10:30 then against WHOM! Big mix up. We got put in a division with Dallas, Hawaii, and Davenport Iowa. So after discussing this with the tournament director to the point of "no we will not even walk on the field" he switched us to the old boys and our new starting time was 1:00 p.m. Again cries of BUDDY filled the field.

But I had bigger problems; we only had 12 guys to play four forty min. games with.

A whore hunting I went and a whore 2 or 3 I found.

We ended up playing with an x eagle and a couple of Belmont shores has-beens, and a nice guy named Tom from Worcester Ma. Nice additions, no.

After going 1 and 2 in games we had a drink off for the final 6:00 p.m. game and were in our rooms by 5:00 p.m. But on the way we saw Elvis, and the Blues Brothers and even got pictures.

Sat. night again we ended up at the Algiers again with everyone excluding Trent and Herrman.

Trent pulled his magical disappearing act and Herrman had to get his gallon of milk that he went out for on Friday morning home to the family. Neither was ever heard from again.

Jokes of the weekend included: trying to find the Rancho Relaxo, no no no reverse that, using Code names for the operation, seeing if Sweet-Pea could drink for 20 hrs straight and not get thrown out of the casino, finding the E-ride at NY-NY, and asking cab drivers if they were from My-crack-I-stan. All these threaded threw the usual foot-long hotdog flinging contest and stopping traffic on Las Vegas Boulevard, just cuz we can!

The Van ride home was less lengthy and equally as entertaining, as we held Kangaroo court for the weekend's deeds and took the LandShark boys through Rt. 66 into Seligman and visited Snow Cap for an Ice Cream. Boo hoo it was closed. No culture that day.

Well hope to see you in March in Scottsdale. If you don't think you missed something then you're right! No no no reverse that.

To all those that traveled great distances to see friends and lose brain cells: Jeff, Trent & Tracey, Ron & Greg

Tom Riordan of the Worcester Rugby Club who played all 4 games and even paid dues for this year e-mail him at mailto:rugbyriordan@aol.com he sent us a nice e-mail saying we RULE. Tom is LSD material for sure. Go Tom!!

Sean Healy for getting those outrageous room rates at the Westward Ho, Randy for sharing the beer wagon, Kevin and Jeff-A bringing those great recruits that played so much, To the current LandSharks for playing with a bunch of old farts in the tournament and listening to our endless stories of yore and horrible singing of the 12 days and aluett.

Please feel free to e-mail me your own rendition and I will post what ever you write.