So sorry. I have you all beat. Even Sunny. First day, I figured that all the AZers would do a toast with me, but none were to be found. After getting in line early and no food for bfast, I did the toast myself. $20 a round for a double! So, here I am on the corner seat as they walked in and it didn't take long before I was wayyyyyyy in the bag. Poor Jay Helfert. I must have hugged him so hard, I believe I could have broken his ribs. Anyway, between all of the "come on boys!" and the Vodka, the head of Matchroom came over and told me in his idiotic british way, "if you don't quiet down, we'll have a problem." Then the MGM staff came over to do the same. Oh well. Not wanting to give up the seat, I capitulated.
Funny enough though. Alex Lely got to say idiotic things like "one and one equals two", pissing off Dhatch. Also, there was this itty bitty guy who must have been connected to the team and he was worse than I was....and SOBER! OMG.
No big deal. The only important thing was that the boys kicked some Euro a$$ and sent that trash back to the Continent without the Cup.
I'll have to say, however, that the Euros do travel well. Great folks to be around. As long as next year isn't a repeat of Malta, I could see a trip there next time out.
Regards all,
tim