Don't even know if I should come or go

I just spent ten minutes typing about last weekend and I had just gotten to the part where we were drinking on the water by Pohono's mother's cottage. I decided to change my approach to writing.

For you who don't know me, my name is Suhoski and I am former coworker (thankfully not a former friend) of Pohono. This was the fifth year in a row that I went to Buffalo with Pohono to see a Bills game. The last three years the two of us were joined by Hobo and Papa Morgan, and a couple other random people joined us different years.

I've already posted the "It's a celebration, bitches!" pictures after Rian Lindell hit the 38-yard field goal to beat the Oakland Raiders. Now I will provide in bullet form the highlights of the weekend (in no particular order of chronology or importance):

• 30 pounds of buffalo wings. !!!
• When Pohono and I arrived to pick up the trailer, one of the salesmen yelled to another that the guy examining our trailer had better hurry up or he was "going to rip his left arm off and beat him with it." That drew a laugh. It didn't dawn on me until we were in the vehicle hours later how cruel that comment was when you consider that the guy examining our trailer was missing his right arm.
• Vodka. Coke Zero or diet ginger ale. Mix them together enough and you start spilling your drink down an unsuspecting neighbor's neck.
• Bottles and cans and just clap your hands (and just clap your hands). Next year I would like to be awake during the game of Cans. Unfortunately I don't think it has to do with the girl wearing the "I Love Dick" shirt pictured in my previous post.
• Drinking on the lake gave me a chance to tell someone else why Extreme rocks.
• Speaking of the lake, darnit that was a great fish fry.
• Who the F--- plays The Best of Bon Jovi not once or twice but THREE TIMES during a tailgate? The same kind of people who then complain after the game that our generator was too loud for them, even though we had to shout to carry on a conversation while tailgating.
• For the first trip to the Buffalo Bills store in the last three years, there was no player present for me to ignore.
• I didn't smoke any of Pohono's better cigars this year. Progress.
• Just how many candy bars did Hobo buy from high school kids in the parking lot? At least in that environment it looks less creepy than when he spends hours at random school parking lots offering the kids candy of his own.
• Roscoe Parish is 5'9" and about 170 pounds as a wide receiver/punt returner for Buffalo. The only sizes of Roscoe Parish jerseys sold in the Bills store were XL and XXL. Does it sound like Roscoe himself would buy any of those jerseys? Instead I had to settle on buying a Paul Posluzny jersey.
• Although I did come very, very close to also buying a Brian Moorman jersey.
• Papa cooked the hell out of all that food.

That's about all I got to say about that. Hit me back.