You have no idea how hard this was. Space, preview. Space, preview. Space, space, space, enter, preview. Argh! Space, Space, Space, Space, Space, Space, preview.
A few pitchers of beer, some buddies to play the game, some music (preferably alt and classic country) and I’m set for the night. I can’t tell you how many hours I spent in the smokey old Dixie Chicken shakin’ bones and drinkin’ beer back in the college daze.
Ten years later and I still am happy doing the same thing, even with the same folks when we all can get together.
Homebrew I opened this thread thinking it was about the game too. You don’t get more than four family members together without someone slapping down a set of bones. Unfortunately all my friends have the attention span of a three toed sloth doing a calculus problem, and don’t know how to play, god love the poor bastards.
Psst, Jman, it’s a reference to the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. The ulitmate answer to life, the universe, and everything is 42. But due a some programming errors, the machined created to come up with the question gets it wrong.
Hmmm. I always thought that because Arthur and Ford landed on pre-historic Earth, and thus interfered with time, that they fouled up the program that was running. Thus fouling up the question that was ultimately inside Arthur’s head.
The only number retired by all of Major League Baseball. 42 was Jackie Robinson’s number.
[sub] Yes, I know some players are wearing 42 now. Anyone who was wearing it at the time that it was retired is allowed to wear it for the rest of their careers.[/sub]