"Son of a Bocce!"

If I heard this once I heard it a thousand times. Ya see this was THE team name, my team name, when my name was randomly drawn to partner up with my hubby. "Son of a bocce," if we didn't meet our double-elimination-maker right outta the shoot. Not only did we not even come close to clinching the coveted title as Bocce 2008 champs, but I thought I may be heading home single. But alas he forgave me for having horse sheet aim and we drowned our sorrows in a case of Honey Weiss. The venue was perfect... Acres upon acres of free rolling land and the Grouchy Dog tiki bar for serving up bocce fare and libations. My MOM was 1/2 of the "Smokin' Aces" and darn near took the title if it weren't for the strong armed, "Talented Tongues." Better luck next year Linnie. I'm not namin' any names, but it starts with a "M" and ends with an "olly" took home the least sober award and Val ended up bringing home the bacon with the MVP, Team Congeniality & Poor Sport (sounds pretty love/hate if you ask me) awards. Miss Laurie knocked our socks off with the best dressed (she opted out of heels) and the voss-ko-pee-ko-trains' came out with the quote of the day for our team name,"Son of a Bocce!" The kids took care of themselves, some people wore mustaches (what?), the host and hostess didn't kick us out and the local authorities didn't "stop by" so all in all it was a B-I-G success. Can't wait to toss/hold/knock/grab(kidding) balls with ya again next year!