bowling for Wisconsin

a few minutes ago, i went to the circle k and bought the biggest coffee i could get. then i brought it back here to work and knocked it over on my desk. motherfucker, man. you know, it's times like this when you just want to give up. has anyone been to the shaw center downtown? supposedly it rocks to the max. there's a sushi restaurant on the 5000th floor called Tsunami. i bet when they were designing the joint, they were all going "Wow. Tsunami. Great name... we're gonna be millionaires." i bet they weren't so happy with it a few months back when that tsunami in bangladesh or where ever was killing everyone. DAMMIT! back to the drawing board. i want a bowling shirt and bowling shoes. in fact, i want to be a professional bowler. the other day we were having some drinks at Mike Anderson's (the restaurant. I don't want you thinking i was at some guy named Mike Anderson's house), and i was drinking this huge beer. so this middle aged couple comes in and starts asking me about my beer. i was like "yep. just a beer, buddy..." and it was then i noticed they had a yankee, Fargo-ish accent. so we get to talking and it turns out the guy is in town for that massive PBA bowling tournament downtown at the Centroplex/River Center. he's just an amatuer, right? but he made like 300 bucks that day. thats what i need to get into. eventually the conversation dwindled and he was like "so are you from Baton Rouge?" "Yeah. I can tell you're not though..." they were from Wisconsin, and since i don't know much about the cheese state, i had to walk off. went to Boutin's the other night for all you could eat crawfish. good lord, can i tell you i ate until i was sick. it brought back memories of the crawfish boils we used to throw back in the day. i'll never forget when steve carmena and marco saia showed up with a 5 foot alligator and went after ryan clark with it. it was dead, but he didn't know it and i think he nearly peed his pants. oh, the days. i'm gonna throw one soon.