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Jan. 27th, 2009 | 08:13 pm

Joecathlon III: RAW! has ended - in honor of my sister who hates reading long entries, the report follows the cut.

The first order of business is that congratulations must be offered to Jason Grey, now the first two-time winner of Joecathlon in its short three-year existence. Jason got off to a sloooooooooow start on day 1, then very simply put eviscerated the field on day 2 to clinch title #2 before we even got to the ultimate event, golf at San Dimas. This year, to keep everyone in the competition through all 12 events, we essentially doubled the points for golf. And it didn't make a bit of difference - that's how badly we got our asses kicked. Mathmatically, it wasn't technically over, but this was the only path to Jason's demise at Dimas: 1) Jason had to finish dead last in arguably his best event, 2) Jeff, and only Jeff, had to win the event, and 3) Jeff also had to finish at least 10 strokes better than the second place finisher so he also got a scoring bonus. Given the handicaps involved, that means he would have to have either beaten Joe by 15 strokes, or beaten me by 21 strokes (remember, Jason, the best golfer, is finishing last in this fictional scenario). Which means, by extrapolation, that he would have had to have beaten Jason by at least 23 strokes. No offense to Jeff, but that just wasn't going to happen. I was so sure it wasn't going to happen, I accepted a 250:1 prop bet for $1 from Joe that anyone but Jason would win Joecathlon. Obviously, I'm $1 richer now.

So, on to the events, analysis, recommendations, history, stories, quotes, etc.

Along with Golden Tee, this is the event in which I have a decided advantage, having hustled pool throughout high school and played since I was about 6. We played a two-game round-robin: Jason was completely outmatched, and was swept; Joe fell victim to a number of lucky breaks that went my way, and was also swept; and yet, for at least the second year in a row, I just couldn't shake Jeff for both games. He employed a very conservative approach (shocking when speaking about Jeff, I know), and basically never opened up the table enough for me to have anything to shoot at to make a run for it. It worked - I beat him in the first game and then he outlasted me in the second to avoid being swept. Unfortunately for me, Jeff himself swept Joe and Jason also, giving us five wins each, and two sweep bonuses each, good enough to earn us each 16 points from event #1. Joe and Jason split their match, giving them 2 points each.
Overall standings: David & Jeff: 16, Joe & Jason: 2

After pool, the three J's went to a fantasy-event-dinner-thing that had been prescheduled; being a non-fantasy player, I didn't feel like listening to about a hundred conversations I wouldn't be able to contribute to/follow, so I respectfully declined Jeff's gracious invite to join them, instead opting to earn some husband points and go home Thursday night. The plan was to try and knock out a JCIII event or two after their dinner ended. Shuffleboard, being locationally isolated from the rest of JCIII (five events were at the ESPNZone downtown, four events were either at my house or within a five-minute drive – the other three events were pool [Pasadena, which we had already played], golf at San Dimas [the final event], and shuffleboard in Burbank), was the option we chose. It turned out to be a very good choice, for reasons that had nothing to do with Joecathlon. DISCLAIMER: Misogynist content follows.

The “reasons” in this case were all associated with Christina, a new bartender at Champs Sports Bar, where we play shuffleboard. As Joe would later comment about her to Miranda, “She’s about 23, and she’s very good at it.” Christina was a prototypical flirty, extremely well-assembled gal who chose a very good job to make that combination work for her. (You know, short of whoring or being a pole jockey, not that she would have done badly in either of those endeavors, either. But I digress.) She was so overtly sexy we didn’t even care that there were about six other people in the entire bar on Thursday night, and four of them were playing shuffleboard already when we arrived. Really? You chose tonight to be the only other people I’ve EVER seen play this game? Gre-e-e-e-e-a-a-a-t. Oh, well. We ordered some drinks from bouncy Christina and settled in to play darts and wait for the tool convention to vacate shuffleboard.

Segue: In honor of a previous cross-country trip for which Joe voluntarily blew off a scheduled brunch in New York to play golf with me and Jeff here in LA, I was wearing a black T-shirt with white lettering I had previously made that reads “FUCK THE BRUNCH.” Not “F--- THE BRUNCH” or “*(^$(&^* THE BRUNCH,” but actually the word “FUCK” right there on my chest. Needless to say, I thought at the time of T-shirt creation that it would be funny, and it was, but let’s just say that this specific shirt is suffering from lack of use. I don’t feel like explaining to my four-year old why daddy has a profane word we don’t even want her to hear blatantly displayed across his chest. So when Joe and the gang are in town, and we’re going to a bar at 11pm for a night of drinking and shuffleboard, well, that’s the perfect opportunity to break out good ol’ FTB.

Almost needless to say, Christina LOVED the shirt, and freely added the word to her very flirty repertoire (honestly, it’s extremely likely she would have worked it into conversation anyway, but I’m sure she worked it into the batting order a little earlier than planned due to my wearing a T-shirt that screams “feel free to swear at me!”). Here were some of the funner (yes, it’s a word) exchanges with Christina:

Her (as she leaned over a partition wall next to shuffleboard): “Can I get any of you sexy fuckers anything?”
Me: “I think we’re OK…actually, if you could just call us that again, that would be fine.”
Her: “You guys are a bunch of sexy fuckers on the shuffleboard...thing.”

Her: “What?”
Me: “I’m out of beer!”
Her (sounding genuinely distraught): “Ohhhhhhhhh, FUCK!!

Me (ordering at the bar): “I need another Coors Light, and a Coke for my teetotaling friend over there.”
Her (after a pause): “Tee…what? I don’t know what that word means.”
Me: “It means ‘someone who doesn’t drink alcohol.’”
Her: “Oh! You use a lot of big words. That’s kind of sexy.”
Joe (after hearing about the exchange between me and Christina above): “It’s amazing that in this group of people who write for a living, she’s isolating YOU as the guy who uses big words? Unbelieveable.”

Ahhhhhh, Christina. Thanks for making the night a LOT more fun, even if you were mostly just flirty eye candy with a ridiculously fantastic ass.

Oh, I forgot, we also played some shuffleboard. Joe won two games, Jeff won 2, and Jason and I one each. In our match, just like pool, Jeff was just hanging around, hanging around (must be the alligator blood), and I couldn’t finish him off; he had to have had at least four shots that were needle-threading, traffic-avoiding, final-shot miracle throws that turned what would have been four- or five-point turns for me into single-point turns for him. He really rose to the occasion when it mattered, and that allowed him to really, really frustrate me and come in second, for 8 points. Joe won the event on the margin-of-victory tiebreaker for 12 points, and I took third for 4 while Jason got shut out.
Overall standings: Jeff: 24, David: 20, Joe: 14, Jason: 2


Pitch and putt is played at Verdugo Hills G.C., about five minutes from my house. The story here was the weather: Friday morning was overcast and it was misting when we arrived for our 8:30am tee time. We got out right away – the empty parking lot told us that for once, we wouldn’t be surrounded by people. In fact, there were a grand total of eight or nine people on the entire course ALL DAY, and four of them were Joecathletes. The morning mist soon gave way to a steady rain, not a downpour or a lightning storm or anything, just a steady, nearly constant rain. Juuuuuust misery. Jason and Jeff came prepared with umbrellas, and I had a windbreaker with a hood, but Joe was uncapped, unjacketed, and un-umbrella-d for the entire round. We looked like four drowned rats by the end of the round. As for the round itself, Jason showed why he’s the best golfer in the bunch, as usual, and took first place and 12 points; Joe finished second for 8. Jeff and I entered the final hole tied for third, and we both got off decent-distance-so-you’re-chipping-to-the-green first shots on 18. He was farther away, and chipped to within 12 or 14 feet; I was pretty confident he was going to two-putt from there. (Verdugo is known for having the most Golden Tee-esque circus greens since, well, Golden Tee.) So all I had to do was chip on and two putt myself for a share of third place – two points! Mind you, that’s two points more than I could have possibly expected, so I was really trying to buckle down and get it done. Practice swing, practice swing, practice swing, OK, everything feels good…step up, and here we go…

…and I fluffed it about 6 inches. Anger…rising…

I then chipped on like I wanted to in the first place, sitting three to Jeff’s two. He did exactly as expected, two-putting out for a four. So all I had to do was make a nine-foot curling putt for a tie – which is probably something I’ve done once my entire life (make a challenging putt when it mattered most). Sure enough, I left it short, and ended up hurling my putter into a fence in frustration. It was just like both the previous day’s events all over again, including the same villain – I couldn’t put Jeff away (or even earn a tie) when I needed to. This time was even more frustrating, though, because at least in the previous events, I know I did my best. There’s nothing I can do or say when someone makes a great shuffleboard shot to win. But here…let’s just say the fluffed shot on 18 wasn’t the only suck-shit shot I hit that day. Soooo frustrating. I need to take some advice from dad: “Today, I don’t want to play better, I just want to suck less.” So Jason got the win and 12 points (watch for a pattern to start emerging), Joe finished second for 8, Jeff picked up 4, and I got shut out (another “emerging pattern” alert!).
Overall standings: Jeff: 28, Joe: 22, David: 20, Jason: 14

Thank God, time to get the ship righted! Bowling is…er…right up my alley? In addition to pool, I’ve also bowled all my life, and while I can’t spin a tenpin bowling ball (having grown up candlepin bowling in New England, spin isn’t something you need to develop), I DO have brute strength and fairly good accuracy. In JCII last year, I opened one of the two games we played by marking in nine straight frames. So bowling should have been the elixir I needed to get back on track.

Ummm…not so much. To this moment, I still have no idea what happened to me last Friday at the bowling alley. Sick/weak due to rain-slogged morning? Maybe. Complete mental breakdown due to complete donkey punch fluff shot on the 18th green? Dunno. All I do know is what happened – quite possibly the worst three games I’ve ever bowled. Prime example: In the third game, know what my score was after the third frame? Eleven. E-l-e-v-e-n. An average of less than two pins per ball. Just atrocious. Since bowling is a “cumulative score in three games” event, it didn’t matter that Joe won three games and Jason won two; Jason took better advantage of my complete uselessness and beat me by 82 pins, while Joe “only” throttled me by 30. That margin fueled Jason’s event victory and earned him 12 points for the second straight event. Jeff finished second for 8 points, but again, since Joe won all three round-robin matches, he earned a five-point bonus and actually outscored Jeff, 9-8. I finished dead last for the second straight event, and earned nothing. My shot at JCIII was slipping away very, very quickly.

Overall standings: Jeff: 36, Joe: 31, Jason: 26, David: 20

Along with bowling, football toss (as a completely new event), scrabble, poker, and darts, air hockey is one of the “neutral” events – everyone has as good a shot of winning as everyone else. You know, in theory. In reality, sometimes the people on the rise continue to ascend, and people on the shnide continue to slide. Nothing dramatic happened during air hockey, other than the fact that it was over FAST, since the machines at ESPNZone end after only five points are scored, not seven like the machines we’ve used the last two years. I know it probably wouldn’t have made any difference, but I also remember a furious comeback last year that allowed me to eke out a 6-6 tie after falling behind 5-1 or something like that. Bottom line: it would have been nice to have had a chance to play a bit longer – a race to 5 felt pretty damned fast. As implied by the “ascend/shnide” reference above, this event ended almost exactly like the last one: Jason won the event for 12 points, Jeff got second for 8, Joe got third for 4, and I finished dead last for nothing. Oh, wait, the was ONE difference – Jason won all three of his matches, so HE got the five-point bonus for sweeping everyone, for a total of 17 points. Gre-e-e-e-e-e-e-a-a-t.
Overall standings: Jeff: 44, Jason: 43, Joe: 35, David: 20

Unlike air hockey, pop-a-shot is decidedly NOT a neutral event – Jason came in as a pretty big favorite. I finally got off my three-event shutout streak and beat Joe and Jeff, but Jason also beat them in his first two matches, setting up a 2-0 vs. 2-0 final match between us that would give the winner 17 points (12 for the event plus 5 for sweeping everyone) and the loser 8 points for coming in second. I tried to pay attention to my own pace and scoring, and put 43 points on the board, a score that would have won almost any other game. Problem for me was, Jason rises to the occasion when challenged, and I lost our match. By 21 points. That’s just ridiculous, but I was still happy to score some points. ANY points. Joe beat Jeff by 2 points, 28-26, to take third.
Overall standings: Jason: 60, Jeff: 44, Joe: 39, David: 28

This was the first, and will be the last, time you hear about football toss, or as we now affectionately call it, “Pop-a-Shot 2.” As commissioner, I made the decision to add this to the docket after scouting out ESPNZone and seeing it there. Same location as other events? Check! Adding an activity that uses a different skill set than anything else we already have? Check! Well, again – in theory. I tried out the game beforehand, of course, to see how it played and if it would be a good addition. The setup of the game is thus: three circular holes of diminishing size one on top of the other, through which you throw footballs to score set values of points (20-30-50). You have two minutes (the “two minute drill”), and balls are returned to you on a conveyor belt. Additional points can be scored by hitting “pop out” style targets that appear for random point values and at random times from both the left and right sides of the field of play for a few seconds, after which they retract and are no longer available. Here were some of the problems with Football Toss:
1) The footballs were too small. Not quite mini-footballs, these were certainly NOT even college-sized.
2) The conveyor belt sucked. If you didn’t have a football in your hand when one of the scoring popouts came, forget it. More than once, the cry of “Come OOONNNNNNNNN!!!” was heard as time ticked off the clock and you just stood there for five-ten seconds waiting for another ball to stop bouncing around and actually be conveyed back to you. Speaking of time,
3) The clock was roughly double speed. Two minutes, my ass! Without timing anything officially, we estimated it was roughly a one-minute game. Would a real time clock kill you, ESPN? Really?
4) Jason doesn’t throw footballs like footballs.

That last point was the killer: when scouting this, I was trying to add a new skill to the event, throwing a football. But since the balls were so small, and the layout of the targets were as they were, Jason was able to use the exact same throwing motion as in pop-a-shot, with the exact same results: he plowed through us, winning all three matchups to once again win the event AND score a five-point bonus for the sweep. If you’re keeping score at home, that’s FIVE consecutive events to start the day in which Jason finished first, the latter three of which he swept us away and also scored a five-point bonus. It’s really, really, REALLY tough to beat someone who goes 12-12-17-17-17 in five consecutive events. For context, those 75 points in those five events (out of 12 total) are only three fewer than I scored in the entire Joecathlon. Jason is either simply on another level than the rest of us, or I picked a very bad day to have a very bad day. It’s probably something Grey in between. HA! Jason Grey! Get it? Oh, never mind. I finished second, Jeff third, Joe last.
Overall standings: Jason: 77, Jeff: 48, Joe: 39, David: 36

It was tough for me not to be excited about finally getting to Golden Tee. This year was the first during which Golden Tee wasn’t being handicapped (Joecathlon III: RAW!), which literally assured me 12 points in the event, and possibly 15 if I could outscore my closest competitor by 10+ strokes. For context, I’ve already played more Golden Tee 2009 than the other three guys have played ANY version of GT (which is 20 years old), COMBINED, times a factor of ten. Absolutely NO exaggeration; as long as I didn’t break a limb or suffer an aneurysm, I was winning GT. So the only things in question were: 1) what would the order of the other finishers be, and 2) could I earn the bonus three points? The latter question was actually a challenge, mostly due to the setting of the ESPNZone machine. I own a (no-longer-functional) GT, a home job that a cousin of a friend cobbled together for me 15 years ago for $300 bucks. I’ve played it at every setting you can think of, and finally settled on a difficulty level 4 out of 5: anything below 4, and the greens start to get flatter and flatter, and the wind speed and direction gets slower and straighter. Level 5 by contrast, was a joke: every green had a slope like “down 8 degrees, left 10 degrees,” and to get there you had to suffer through a 16mph crosswind from dead left or right. No thanks. So setting 3 or 4 was fine, a nice blend of some tricky winds and some tricky greens, but nothing too masochistic or too simplistic.

The GT at ESPN? I’m 100% convinced it’s on difficulty setting 1. Let’s just say that the playing field was somewhat leveled by the conditions (or lack thereof). Fortunately for me, my experience un-leveled the playing field, and I pulled out an eleven-stroke victory to both win the event and the bonus, for a very-much-needed 15 points. Unfortunately, Jason was the guy I beat by eleven, so he picked up second place and 8 more points. Joe finished two strokes behind Jason for third place and 4 points, and Jeff finished four strokes behind Joe to come in last place.
Overall standings: Jason: 85, David: 51, Jeff: 48, Joe: 43

Home, sweet, home – putting an ESPNZone in the rearview mirror never felt so good. Despite Jason’s complete domination at ESPN, we’ll probably end up going back next year, if only for the convenience of having so many events so close to home base. We were actually home by 4:30pm, roughly FOUR HOURS sooner than anticipated. We ate dinner, watched Rounders, and relaxed for a bit before continuing JCIII with Scrabble. Jeff somewhat less-than-innocently took the seat to the left of supreme set-up man Jason – sorry, Charlie, let’s draw to see whom Jason will be setting up all game. Turns out Joe got to be in the box, with me on deck and Jeff sitting in the worst spot, just before Jason. Scrabble is another event in which I have what I would say is a “normal” advantage, not a slight one or an overwhelming one. There’s a lot of randomness in Scrabble; you have to get the right letters, at the right time, and even then, you have to have a place to put them, so a lot of it is luck. I got lucky enough to take advantage of some openings on the board to win the event, 166-155 over Jeff. Joe finished third with 151, and once again despite finishing third, earned a three-point bonus for finishing 30+ points ahead of Jason, who ended up with 109 points.
Overall standings: Jason: 85, David: 63, Jeff: 56, Joe: 50

EVENT #10: DARTS (301)
301 is the game where you count down from 301 to 0, and must hit 0 exactly to go out; if you go over (or under, as it were), your turn immediately ends and you revert back to 50 points. Everyone gets the same number of turns, so if the guy who goes first reaches 0, everyone else has one more turn to improve their score/tie him. If the player throwing fourth reaches zero first, the game ends immediately. We played three games, each of which scored 4-2-1 for winning, second-lowest score, and third-lowest score, respectively. This was another “neutral" event; none of us are superior enough or crappy enough to make it a blowout, and in fact, the final scores bore that out. In game 1, the order of finish went Jeff-Jason-Joe, in game 2, it was Jason-Joe-David, and in game 3, it was David-Jeff-Jason, so the final scores for the event were Jason: 7, Jeff: 6, David: 5, and Joe: 3.
Overall standings: Jason: 92, David: 68, Jeff: 62, Joe: 53

Well, based on the overall scores to this point, we knew we were going to have to somehow keep Jason from scoring well in poker for anyone other than him to have a prayer of winning JCIII. In addition to golf at San Dimas, we also increased the points for poker, since it’s the penultimate event, we all play a lot, and our skill sets are fairly comparable, so there was a chance we could make up some of the huge lead he had amassed, but there was also the threat of him putting JCIII out of reach before we even got to golf (which, from the teaser earlier, you know he did). Similar to darts, we played three freezeouts, with the scoring going 6-4-2 for first-second-third. I drew upon my previous-life poker dealer skills and shuffled a lot, ending up with a single third-place finish and 2 measly points. So long, Joecathlon! See you next year, Commissioner! Joe, Jeff and Jason basically took turns beating me up (and each other); the three freezeouts finished Joe-Jeff-Jason, Jeff-Joe-Jason, and Jason-Jeff-David, for final point tallies of Jeff: 14, Jason & Joe: 10, David: 2. Since Joe didn’t make up any ground on Jason, he, too locked himself out of any possibility of winning Joecathlon III – see you next year, namesake! For the second time in three years, either Jeff or Jason was going to win, and only the miracle I described earlier could keep Jason out of the winner’s circle (although one of the three requirements, Jason finishing last and getting no points in golf, actually came to pass). But we finished the day earlier than expected, and had a chance to relax and get a good night’s sleep before the final round of golf on Saturday morning.
Overall standings: Jason: 102, Jeff: 76, David: 70, Joe: 63


The good thing about JCIII being all but over from a points-scoring standpoint was that we would all be able to just relax and enjoy a round of golf together before everyone went their separate ways. At least, that was the idea. Unfortunately, San Dimas had other plans, or their starter did. In the end, our experience on the course could be summed up in just three words: TOO MANY PEOPLE. (Other options included: RIDICULOUSLY SLOW ASIANS, LOTS OF FIVESOMES, INTERRUPTING HUMONGOUS BRIDE, and MORE RAIN, REALLY?) We all got to the course early and had a great breakfast, and managed to get out on the course early. Our quartet was behind a pair of guys who were sent out by themselves, and we were being followed by a trio. I remember remarking early on, “I’m pleasantly surprised they didn’t put the guys behind us with the guys in front of us.” That actually wouldn’t have been such a bad thing; a fivesome in front of you demands patience in the same way that a pair in front of you demands expedience. We were waiting on EVERY tee box for these guys to tee off, but obviously, they weren’t the logjam…what gives? Ohhhh, THEY were behind four asian players who were lining up every putt like it was the Masters. Well, OK, that explains a little of the slowdown. Looked like it was going to be a long day. The front nine was slow, but not egregiously so. Just another busy round. The back nine was another matter.

It’s one thing to know there’s a slow group in front of you somewhere, and quite another to be the people BEHIND that slow group. Somewhere around 12, the pair of guys in front of us (whom we nicknamed “Cantankerous & Crusty”) said “fuck it” and literally skipped the group in front of them. I can only assume they then took off like the wind, as a twosome should. We never saw them again. It was then that we learned the true nature of the word “slow” – these guys took wasting time on a course to previously-unheard-of levels. It’s one thing to play in turn on the green – we do, too – but these guys wouldn’t even begin lining up their shots until the farthest player had shot. Sometimes, they didn’t even get out of their cart to approach the green until the other guy had shot. Sometimes, they waited in their cart for the other guy to go, then got out and approached their ball on the green, only to then go back to the cart to get their putter!!!! And all that preceded the plumb-bob line of measurement, the Tiger Woods-ian strolling around the green to see a four-foot putt from every conceivable angle, and then the inevitable shank that began the process all over again. Multiplied times four players. It was unbelievable. By 15, Joe was yelling down the fairway to them to hurry up; he realized when we caught them on the 16th tee that his English was falling on deaf ears. (Or ignoring ears, I later realized. Back on the 4th tee, I drove my tee shot left onto the 5th fairway. I waved my presence to the group in the tee box, who were waiting for their par-3 green to open up, and hit my second shot in their general direction. Actually, it was in their EXACT direction; it ended up catching a tree, falling straight down onto the cart path, and bouncing into their cart. As I approached them to apologize for what I thought was just a shot near them, they explained the details above, in perfect English. It only occurred to me later that if we were teeing off on 4, the duo was on the green at 4, and these jackoffs were the slow Asians in front of the duo. Kind of makes me happy that I hit down on them, even if accidentally. And, you know, from the front.)

So long story short, the round was loooooooooong, and it was decidedly less fun because of it. It’s hard to get into a rhythm when you tee off, wait ten minutes, hit an approach shot, wait fifteen minutes, chip up, putt, putt, (and in my case, putt some more) only to find yourself waiting another full ten minutes at the next tee box because these guys have hit thirteen shots already and are only 150 yards away. Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention, in addition to all their shenanigans, they also SUCKED. I’m no one to point out flaws in others’ games, but even I try to be aware of when I’m slowing down an entire course full of people.

Funny segue: as we made our turn from 9 to 10, there was a wedding party in the first tee box taking pictures. Awwwww… Ironically, the only time we saw someone in a position of authority on the course, a la a marshall? When they drove the happy couple through our tee box on 11 and told us we’d have to sustain a short delay while a cameraman took pictures of the happy couple. No problem, boss…we’re not going anywhere, anyway. (Which, P.S., might be something you could mention to the jackalopes up there when you drive by.)

As for the golf, we all played decently; again, it was hard for the players who are good to get into a rhythm. (I, being a sucky player, had no rhythm to get into.) Jason is the best player by FAR, and along with pool, this is the only handicapped event (although that will change next year). He was giving 9 strokes to Jeff, 15 to Joe, and a whopping 20 to David. The 20 strokes barely helped me; Jason beat me by 19, so once again, that spot looked correct (despite everyone generally agreeing I’m playing better, I’m not scoring any better). I did have an extremely improbably greenie on the difficult par-3 16th, though, and two-putted for an even rarer par. Woo-hooo! Small victories! Joe played great, and ended up winning with a raw/scaled 104/90, and Jeff took second with a raw/scaled 104/95. As mentioned, Jason beat me by 19, which means my raw/scaled 116/96 just kept him off the board when he shot an unadjusted 97. He was thoroughly disgusted with that number, but I have to continue to be jealous; I’ve never even broken a hundred. Well, I broke a hundred on Saturday, but they wouldn’t let me stop playing after 15 holes. Go figure.

In all, another successful Joecathlon is in the books, and congrats again to Jason. There will be some changes in store for next year: Golden Tee will have to be handicapped; football toss will simply go away; and we’re trying to find something that suits Joe and/or Jeff better – right now the most likely addition is ping-pong if we can find a table (hopefully, I’ll still be gainfully employed at the University at this time next year, I’ve heard they might have a table or two in the dorms).

And, of course, we’ll probably change the name to Jasoncathlon if he wins again.

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from: kelsboston
date: Jan. 28th, 2009 08:07 pm (UTC)

how'd you get your own title for the cut? what's the code? thanks.

sounds like fun, as ever.

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just looked in the FAQ...

from: balgamannan
date: Jan. 29th, 2009 12:17 am (UTC)

If memory serves it's:

(bracket)lj-cut text="your text here"(close bracket)

If that doesn't work, like I said, I just took your advice and looked in the FAQs to learn how to do cuts. :)

Fun, indeed...I hope to stop sucking one of these years. Or, you know, suck less.

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