The Poo Dollar in the Kootenays: Episode 2

Here is the second installment of the New Poo Dollar. Special thanks to Ivy and the city of R******D.

The Poo Dollar is Back!

After a hiatus of over four years the Poo Dollar is back and its taking no prisoners. With a new supporting cast, Peach tackles greed, need and speed with the 1st Episode of "Poo Dollar in the Kootenays". Enjoy.

The Ultimate Tournament in Pictures

Rossland Ultimate Team (RUT)

Our Digs for the Weekend

Another Day at the Office

Let's get the Party Started!

Damn we look good...

Chilly 'O'

That throw was from my "T"

Kiss my.... RUT!

Things have changed since Mom brought the Orange Wedges... Sangria at 1/2 time!

Gratuitous Lay out!

Look at that concentration

Where are you going Jimmy Buffet?

Zero to Hero in one Throw!

Everyone loves the Ladies

Not Sure whether it was athletic or just plain Fruity

Summertime Booze...

Summer time is here and life is good. It's amazing how things change when the weather gets warmer and the skirts and tops smaller. You end up staying up and out for that matter, later than any other time of year. I have no trouble eating dinner at 9.30pm in the summer and teeing off at 6.30pm thinking that if we push we can get in 18 before it gets too dark. If I did that int he winter I'd have indigestion for the rest of the week. Another thing about summer is liberties that are taken visiting your friends... "I just thought we'd drop by and give you back that cup of flour we borrowed." "Do you realize that it's a quarter to 11, you are slurring your words and not wearing any pants?" Ok, so summer time shouldn't be an excuse to have a more drinks but gawd damn it's hard not to have a few. Everywhere you go it seems like a good excuse to have a drink. "Well we did just finish the laundry..." or "I'm going to mow the lawn later, is 9am too early for a Caesar?" or "Is this Baileys on my cereal?". I guess that the warm weather actually effects your judgment and forces you to concede one to the liquor gods once in a while. It's how you control the desires that keeps you flying the straight and narrow. Anyways wherever you are, have a few cocktails on me and don't feel guilty about it, it's the summertime.

The Bartender

"What can I get ya?"

I know, I know I used to go to the bar, think that I was something I wasn't, chat up the waitresses and make tasteless jokes to the bartender, but was I seriously like these people? Man alive these people make me stop and ponder... Do they really think that I am someone who actually cares? I love the "Listen, I'm an old man now but when I was young bla bla bla" or the "I know! I used to work in a bar myself, bla bla bla" or even better "Can you make a zuckerberg? I always drink zuckerbergs. Sorry? What's in it? Well, Umm I'm not sure, is it Baileys and something?" Everyone feels like by watching Cheers all those times that they actually sat next to Norm and Cliff and tossed a few back. Why is it that every Tom, Dick and Harry feels like they need to explain something to the Bartender about where they're from or why something works the way it does? Or let on that they are of somesort of importance? NOte to all of you bar humans: We are not your friends. Leave us alone. Tip accordingly.

Can ya tell that I just got home from the bar?

Softball Glory

17 years.

17 years ago was the last time that the Peach strapped on a ball glove and took to the diamond. Last night at Centennial Park in Rossland, BC; the Peach donned a 22 dollar Walmart mitt, a pair of old ultimate cleats and his worked-in Blues Jays cap and regained his place at shortstop, for "The Rush" men's softball team. Memories of crisply hit grounders, towering fly balls and cheers from the dugout flooded back. The butterflies crept in as he walked to the plate. The nerves showed as he booted his first 2 plays in the field. Emotions settled. Nerves dissipated. A double play was turned. A homerun was hit. Softball was being played. Things have changed since Little League. Sliding was outlawed, pickles were gone and chilled beer replaced water between innings. But thou rules have been altered, the crack of the bat, the snap of a ball into a glove and the smell of the fresh grass were the same.

17 years later, Peach was back at his place at shortstop.

The Life and Times of a Homeowner...

Well, we've been in our place for a week and things are really starting to come together. There are still a few bags and boxes that need to be unpacked but for the most part we are home. Up until this past week and a half chores around the house were always for my parents or at a rental and were tedious... "Kyle, mow the lawn; Kyle, clean out the garage; Kyle, move the firewood; Kyle, trim the hedge!" Well those days are over and the days of me doing work for me are on! As an example, yesterday I trimmed the Apple tree and turned over the garden in time to plant it in a week or so. Today I went and stole a load of gravel and tried to level the back alley (which is rutted to all hell) and watered the Cedar trees that I transplanted. I'm a regular Mr. Fixit! Next on the agenda: Cleaning up around the side of the house. See, it doesn't even bother me to say that. Well, I think I've just had an epiphany... people care when it's theirs. If that's the case, if I buy the school that I work at, I won't mind teaching all day, heck I might even like it! If I buy the grocery store, I won't mind having to go and buy groceries... Hey, I think I'm onto something.