Editor's note: Like any great Q, I lie. Please figure out where the truth lies in this backblast. Good luck. I'll give you a key to unlock all of the mysteries here – there's not very much truth to any of it. But it was Tacos and I was in a Happy Place
7 intrepid souls used their soles or Kia Souls to navigate the ice and wetness known as Taco Del Norde. Local legend says the French settlers named it TDN in honor of a Cat's very nordic looking hairball. Here is their story:
Warm O'Rama
- Kosar has a 1 pm and showed early. Unable to find anyone who cared about Cleveland, he didn't run the standard – thats pig latin for no chips and guac
- Mini and Hippie joined Kosar but because they are swimmers now, they didn't run the standard. (see translation above)
- YHC forgot that his battery was dead in car and came in hot with an M Drop and Dash. Thats not to be confused with an M Bop from the Hansens
The Main Thang
- Mailman, Duvall and I all arrived soon after Mini who, dressed like a Hobo with Royal Vintage, had started eating
- Swanson – a long time stalker and 1st time Taco Killer – trailed shortly thereafter
- I observed everyone eating tacos. As usual the Tacos at Sabor were spot. In honor of the GREATEST TACO EASTING COMPETITION OF ALL TIME I decided to let my palate roam and went with the Al Pastor and Chorizo with cabbage. Good stuff. The taco shells were perfect today like there were freshly shorn from the mother taco and swaddled in plastic for exactly the right amount of time.
The Nekked Man Moleskin
- You would think that Duvall won the Stanley Cup the way he was greeted. I guess #MOTY suits him and that running club he is in. Come back to F3 Mayor and help the Rebels right the ship.
- Hippie was sporting a LeMoyne College sweatshirt. His supple mind reminisced slightly and then a flashback entertained us of the old Dolphie Days where men were men and the sheep were afraid (no judgement people – winters are LONG in upstate NY)
- Swanson quickly figured out a major theme of 2018 and immediately began busting Duvall's chops. I am pretty sure there was an interesting story in there somewhere but I was really only 1/4 listening.
- Hippie and Mini discussed swimmimg. I guess we can all trade in our bikes for goggles now.
- Mailman took a lashing for failing to participate in the GREATEST TACO EATING COMPETITION OF ALL TIME because he and Duvall have corporate Jazz Hands Training on Thursday. Listen folks, when sales are bad, jazz hands matter. No argument from over here boss.
- Kosar is really trying to take his fandom to the next level. Unfortunately he drew Hummer as his spirit animal and here is how it goes:
- Kosar went to Miami of OH where Big Ben went, so he likes him
- Kosar fancies the Browns, so he hates Ben because …well…Steelers things
- Kosar likes AND respects the ladies (apparently he even fancies his wife) so he hates Ben being kind of rapey
- Again – he's … a … Browns … fan. I am pretty sure underneath that generous, affable demeanor is an angry fan waiting to shank every motherf^&*r that every drove through Cleveland and left residual sadness at the factory that is poisoning his town. But I'm not Dallas, so what do I know.
- Once we spiked Hippies water with some strands of floor hair, he returned to his non-Dolphie day state and was kind enough to give me a ride home.
- Just to show you how much I prioritize a #bb over own my personal life, I wrote this backblast before calling AAA and getting my battery jumped.
ANNOUNCEMENTS
THIS THURSDAY IS THE GREATEST F3 TACO EATING COMPETITION EVER HELD UNDER THE ASUSPICES OF F3 AND BEING CHARITABLE. If you won't eat a Taco for the children you should really examine your priorities and make back off the Tacos before you end up in some sort of weird incident at Dolphie Day selling your teeth for a meatless Taco