uncleputts’s blog

For those of you I know go to http://www.25peeps.com/ and click on the tiny picture of me in the flying feety pajamas. For the rest of you read on.

 Skraelinger was formed in winter of 2006/2007 by a rag tag group of Humphrey Institute bent on bringing a winter gateway sport to grad school.  Our beginnings were humble with the sharp learning curve that comes with team who's majority had never played before.  We learned quickly that a stiff defence will cover many sins and fine sinners we've become. 

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Back Row L-R  Katie Peacock, Marie Van Uitert, Karen Moe, Mark Nairy, Bridget Seeger, Bjorn Gangeness

Front Row L-R Dan Endreson, Scott Walsh, Josh Lee, Michael Barringer-Mills, Britt Carlson, Karly Zufall

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Our in game strategy sessions stay quite casual.  Here we're discussing what we'd do with flying monkeys. Dan (3rd from left) admits he would just use them to get stuff around the house.

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Karly keeping the ball in our end.

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Micheal demonstrates to me that his stick is made of candy.  I'm beginng to get suspisious that he just thinks it's funny that I lick his stick every time.  He better bring the real candy stick next time!

As the 90's concluded dialogue and acceptance of homosexuality became commonplace.  One culprit could have been cartoons, namely the Go-Bots.

Logan

We mourn the passing our dearly departed family cat:  Logan.  In the
same week Norman Mailer charged into the afterlife no two men could be
so disparate.  While Mailer stabbed is fourth wife Logan would
patiently sit on the curb eagerly pining for attractive female
students to sit and have a cuddle.  Born the runt of his
litter in June of 1990 Logan and his siblings found themselves ready
for adoption at the Rice County Humane Society.  Well regarded in
getting most pets adopted but lacking imagination in names, Logan's
original name was Speedy, the county already had him placed in the
care of Adam Lee.  Apartment regulation cut Adam & Logan's time short
and Logan would move into Bette & Franklin's house.  It was there he
held on to his kitten tendencies long after his peers took to sitting
around and sleeping.  He was still attacking sleeping feet at the
virile age of two & a half, 24 in people years.  That chronic
immaturity also translated into a sometimes misguided affection.  It
was his love for women that we first discovered he liked to jump into
your arms.  A sweet lady discovered the hard  way that catching him
was part of the act.  He grabbed on anyway but was a real good looking
cat by then and got away with it.  As a gawky teenager Logan broke the
ice for me.  I learned to catch a cat and we had a good thing going.
He would pine at the curb, get the ladies to sit and pet him, I would
come say hello, pat my chest, jump, awwwww.  Pretty girls tilted their
head and they were off.  There are some limitations to a handsome cat
as your prop.  What made it all convincing was that it wasn't an act.
Logan greeted us at the door when we came home.  Followed us around,
settled in our laps and woke up the next morning with him in your
arms.    As Norman Mailer put it, "There are two kinds of brave men:
those who are brave by the grace of nature, and those who are brave by
an act of will."  Whilst Mailer only embodied half of his own
statement he's lucky to even have that much in common with Logan.  We all thank you for your life's contribution to our family.  Your race well run, your fight well won, a job well done.

On Saturday October 27 our mate Ed Hoffman invited us to his bar in Winona for some early Halloween shenanagans.  From Minneapolis we take the highway 61 of Dylan fame almost the whole way.  A lovely drive.

Lake Pepin

This is Lake Pepin just outside of Lake City:The Birthplace of WaterSkiing.

Ed & Sylvia

After settling in we headed to Ed's bar where the pet baby Sylvia was being passed around.  Ed got first dibs.

Then of course Melissa, Syl's mother.

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Sylvia & I

...and yours truly couldn't pass up the chance. 

Eva

Eva was our lovely barkeep.

I came upon this group of ladies indicating something but was at a loss of exactly what.  Not all local customs were explained to me.

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I joined all the folks in signing this one's belly before finding out it was all the potential fathers.  This I didn't know until it was too late.  I was signed on and held my breath for the drawing later on.  The Lord smiled on me that night and I wasn't the dad.  Whew.

My Sig

It just isn't a Halloween if someone doesn't dress up as a pimp.

Paul & Pimp

Another Pimp

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