  Sorry about the lack of TOTD on Friday, folks. I actually was injured playing Rugby Thursday night and spent Friday doing nothing but sitting on my ass with my sprained ankle up and iced.
What am I doing? I can't lie to you people. I rolled the ankle playing volleyball. When I got back to my building after the game Thursday night, I hopped through the revolving door and the doorman asked what happened. I told him and he looked at me and suggested that I tell other people it was injured in a sport like football or hockey... but volleyball didn't sound rough enough to cause this injury.
Happy first day of summer! It's going to rain the rest of the week, but at least it's nice out today... that's the way it should be. Unable to play golf on Saturday with my brother due to my sprain, I went to this small sports bar with my brother and a friend of his Saturday afternoon to watch some US Open golf while my sister-in-law was having a little baby shower. Anyway, this bar was classic. The three of us stroll in (me limping behind them) at around 12:30 in the afternoon. There was one other customer there and the skanky 41-year-old bartender who seemed to have been around the block a few times.
The other patron was an older smelly guy with two teeth. I turned to my brother and said, "The Big Easy seems like a classy joint compared to this place", then I offered him the Cheese Doodles that had been sitting in a basket on the bar for who knows how long! I've seen my share of dive bars, but this place took the cake. Though it had a pool table, couple dart boards, a golden tee machine and a couple other games, this place was a real crap-hole. Maybe with a lot of creative vision and a lot of renovating this place could be upgraded to just plain crappy.
Anyway, gotta love the small-town local spots. QOTD - "Does it hurt if you DON'T limp? " - Suzanne to me (hello... Earth to Suzanne... if it didn't hurt, I wouldn't limp... helllllooooo) Dave/Milhouse, BA 
