Being the best in something brings its rewards. Sometimes it brings lots of money. Sometimes it brings recognition. But sometimes it just brings a limo and some spending cash.
Because the Coffee Flats Terrors took the Fall 2005 bocce championship, we were rewarded for our dominating play.
We met at Floyd last night. Cap'n Terror brought us some wonderful Bocce wine.
It doesn't take much to piss off champions. We might just have to use this egregious misspelling of our team name as bulletin board fodder during the upcoming season.
Limo Time! Sweet Touch brings the trophy.
After cruising across the Brooklyn Bridge in style (no clown though, we negotiated him out of the picture) and through Central Park, the Terrors settled in at Il Vagabondo to check out a new bocce court before eating some top notch food.
The court was strange to us and there was no Paulino. What the fuck? The Terrors try to figure it all out.
Sweet Touch seems so very very far away on foreign turf.
Cap'n Terror shows his prize winning form.
A pre dinner toast to greatness.
Eating dinner with a big 'ol bocce trophy in the middle of the table is quite satisfying.
After dinner and back in the limo, some of the Terrors start working on our gang signs to be unveiled on unsuspecting opponents next season.
Being back on home turf felt damn good.
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