What’s your most “guy” moment? Eating over the sink is a small start, but I’m thinking of bigger stuff, like digging a hole in the back yard so you can have a dug-in fort to play in. At 30 years old.
There was a thread like this that I started before, probably over a year ago, but I think it was swallowed in the Great Crash of 2002.
I have a 3600 sq foot garage, loaded with 2 of every tool made (it doesn’t matter that I don’t use or even know how to use half of them!), pinball machines, dart boards, beer fridges and entertainment devices. Thats kinda like a fort. I spend most of my time there.
The cool thing is, my almost-2-year-old makes an absolute Bee-Line for it as soon as he hits the door! My wife shakes her head in resignation. She knows she has lost him! 
Actual headline: “Church ends probe of Gay Bishop”
Good thread!
My most ‘guy’ moment. Hmm… let me think. Pretending to be an evil terminator (‘scanning’ the surroundings with an emotionless expression on my face)
Uh, building it was the “moment”…
There was that time I burped and blamed it on the toddler.
Does that count?
Umm… uh… ummm…
Well there was the one time I built a… wait, no… I couldn’t nail it together correctly.
What about the time I built a model Star Destroyer? Does that count?
Oh, ‘bigger stuff’. right.
That is a difficult one. I am only 24 so all my ‘guy’ moments are probably in the future. I guess the most ‘guy’ moment in the past was - borrowing a friend’s gas mask, black combat pants, utility jacket, and Hechler and koch (sp?)HK 5 sub machine gun (it was a bb gun. don’t worry). and dressing up like an SAS anti-terrorist soldier.
Probably the time I woke up in the morning and half asleep took a big swig out of the Snapple bottle next to me.
You know, the Snapple bottle that was used as an ashtray the night before, half filled with water and fully filled with butts.
My most guy moment?
hmm…
Rented a D4 hi-trak Cat dozer for a week to redo my driveway. It got stuck in a pine needle boog. It was October and the snow was falling. I live at 11,200 feet. No help anywhere near. I had a borrowed 2wd Case 680 at the site, but things got too slick to even get the hoe near the dozer. And the hoe was so outmatched by the 20,000 lbs of the dozer that it couldn’t have helped.
Ground was freezing, night was falling but my brother and I finally wiggled it out. Luckily, I had a couple of cords of wood loged out about 20 feet from the dozer, and the dozer had a ripper on it.
Push down on blade, dig, throw a couple of logs under the tracks. Push down on ripper, dig, throw a couple of logs under the tracks.
Repeat for 8 hours.
The wood finally hit something solid enough that the dozer started to come up.
Those 8 hours where the longest week of my life.
I think my most guy moment was when I crossed the finish line at the Nevada Open Road Race at 163 MPH, after averaging 149.57 MPH for the previous 90 miles.
Driving back to Vegas at the speed limit made it seem like we were walking. :mad:
I attended a semiar hosted at my dojo by Joe Lewis. For some reason Joe and I hit it off and he used me for most of the techinque demos. For those of you who do not know Joe Lewis, he’s a famous American Kickboxing champ and good friends with Bruce Lee. Not to mention an all around cool guy.
I’m going fishing this weekend. I’m not really into it but like my Dad said, “We’ll get 20 cases of beer and a bag of chips. I don’t know who’s gonna eat all those damn chips…” Tim Allen grunt
Climbed Mt. Fuji in a pair of Chuck Taylors held together with duct tape.
Yanked a perfectly good motor outta the vette cause it had 120,000 miles on it.
Started to buy a $3200 crate motor good for 300hp as a replacement. re-using all of my other parts.
Ended up with a 475hp/500 ft-lb motor 'cause it only cost a little more…
And an upgraded cooling system - ya gotta have that.
And upgraded brakes - a necessity.
Transmission lasted less than 90 minutes behind motor.
Watched and helped the guy build up my racing tranny. (He didn’t even charge me extra.)
I dunno what the budget is, as I conveniently threw all of the NAPA recipts in the trashcan they conveniently place next to the door for guys like me.
The big object cost is cresting $12 grand 'tho.
The time I . . .
Oh, I thought you meant “gay” moment.
My most “guy” moment was when I peed in two different oceans in one day.
I rode over 100 miles on my bike (not motorcycle…actually bicycle) in a gorilla costume.
I'm a 30 year old that is obsessed with NFL Gameday. Its not just enough for me to play a whole season and win the Superbowl. I also need to have my entire offense in the Pro Bowl, have a 2000 yard rusher, crush the other time in every game and have the number defense in the league. Otherwise the season is pretty much a failure even if I win. I am not sure if this makes me a man or obsessive compulsive. Probably an obsessive compulsive man. I'm sure you'd never catch a woman play Playstation football for 12 straight hours.For me it had to be when a bunch of the guys were out playing paintball. I got shot point-blank (about 10 feet) in the forehead with a red paintball. It looked like I had been actually shot in the head what with all the red paint. It left me looking like a unicorn for awhile and a massive bruise later, but it truly was the coolest. If they awarded purple hearts in paintball, I would have had it that day.
Just the other night. I was sitting down to a nicely BBQ’ed steak, with an ice cold beer, while country music blared from my stereo.
Man, I felt like a man. I swear if I had been wearing a cowboy hat, I would’ve started to sweat testosterone.
I think my most truly “guy” mooment was the disappointment I felt that the whole “naked bunny paintball hunting” thing was a hoax. I was savin’ up! (Not really, but if I hit it big next time I went to Vegas…I’m just sayin…)
Perhaps the complete overhaul of my Madden 2003 playbook upon my Giants losing the Superbowl to the archrival (human-controlled) Bills?
Spending $300 on poker chips, darts (Hard-tip of course…soft-tip is for wussies…), and a dart board (Mmmm, tungsten steel…clay chips…mmmm)
No. I got it. lol, buying a multi-thousand dollar black leather sectional within 15 minutes of walking into the store. Oh the humanity.
Wearing whatever clothes happen to be at the top of the drawer.
Wondering why anyone needs more than two pair of shoes.