Damage Report: A&M;

The trip started at 5:00pm for 6 Jayhawk sailors headed for Texas A&M in Bryan, TX.  The salty crew of Anthony Brewer, Carolyn Cornett, Jill Moritz, Evan Charles, Michel Gent and Tim Fitzgerald were in search of good times and like a bad guy looking for an ass kicking in a Chuck Norris show, we got it.  The team made it to Bryan in about 10 hours and quickly made our presence known by blasting the door to the apartment we were staying at with a ballistic sleeping bag.  We made use of the little floorspace in the hall, bedroom, and for Evan.. the van to camp out for several hours before heading to the lake.  We headed for the lake, but forgot to get directions… at least we thought we knew how to get there.  Unfortunatley so did Team New Orleans and Southern Alabama.  Evan made a Dale Earnhardt style pass on the UNO van laying on the horn, and when our buddies from USA caught up, their reward was a white ass against a window.  The two teams followed us to the left turn lane where we thought we were supposed to turn…NO!  it was a right!  Evan peeled out in our Haus of a Ford Windstar across 3 lanes of 60mph traffic only to be followed by UNO and USA. After a few more wrong turns, and some Nascar like antics we all made it safely to the regatta site.

Winds were palallel to the shore which we were watching from at 5-12 all day.  Lots of puffs, tons of shifts.  We couldn’t have asked for a better day of racing.  Tim and Jill, came out of the box with two bullets to begin the regatta.  Michael and Carolyn started off slower with a 4,8 and showed their tenacity throughout the day as their scores got smaller.  Racing in A fleet was very close throughout the day with sailors from KU, USA, UNO, and TAMUG trading the top four spots in nearly every set.  Team Kansas ended the regatta in 4^th, one point behind Tulane. 

After boats were put away and wet gear was strapped to the van in a scene to rival any National Lampoon’s movie, we went to a sports bar located about 200 yards from the sailing site.  Evan showed us all his fine form at the dartboard over drinks before we went in search of Freebird’s; home of the legendary 3 pound burrito.  As we neared the stadium and one massive traffic jam Michael did his best effort to get us all killed which unbeknownst to the group would be outdone in about 10 minutes with chants of “Boomer Sooner” and his best rendition of “Oklahoma” after the Texas A&M defeat.  Evan and Tim decided to use the sliding door, and passenger window to expel prescious cargo over the side while traveling about 5 mph.  “One hand for the Ship…One hand for yourself”. 

As we neared an intersection, we had to make a right hand turn and with thousands of disgruntled A&M fans in the traffic jam ahead, a hole for 2 cars was non existent.  Tim left the van to play in traffic and block while our convoy made the turn.  Everyone had a good laugh at the scene and thought it was very funny, except for the gorilla sized Texan in the car behind us.  As we came to a stop again, an enormous black man approached the van whom Evan said “had to bend down to look in the window” to yell about us stopping traffic.  Luckily before any windows or necks were broken, the traffic jam got rolling again and we got out of there.  We had chosen the wrong Pontiac Vibe to put the road block on.

 We made it to Freebirds in desperate  need of a restroom.  Mike from A&M and Evan thought we had just parked in one, and relieved themselves next to Mike’s Camry.  All was going well until a lady with two kids needed to get into the black Suburban next to Evan, and another family in the car across from us also was leaving.  Neither were seemed to agree that these two assholes peeing in the parking lot were very funny.  What are the odds!  After expelling from a 10mph soccer mom van, almost being killed by an enormous black man, and ‘THE LOOK’ from an upset mother, we finally got our enormous Freebirds burritos.  Off to the party.

 We arrived at the party venue in a ritzy Mobile Estate Park.  After showers, Carolyn, Anthony and Jill decided to take a nap in the van.  Jill only stuck with this plan for a few minutes before realizing “I’m on a sailing trip, this is lame, lets party” and joined Evan, Tim, and Michael and immediately slammed a few and showed everyone how to do a keg stand.  It wasn’t long before flip cup began, and a team made up of members from KU, USA, and UNO beat team TX.  After several hours of spirited storytelling and good times, KU and USA lead the charge to take everyone dancing.  With UNO’s DD at the wheel of their 15 passenger van, 17 of us loaded up and headed out.  This bar was definatley a true Texas bar.  We had all come to dance but only a few knew this funny two-step dance.  All of a sudden George Strait’s concert was over and the place sounded more like Usher and Little John.  It was neat to watch all of the two steppers leave the floor, and watch it fill up again with a totally different crowd.  We were in that crowd.  We all had a fun dancing and drinking for the next couple hours, and made it back safely to the party at around 1:30.  It was still going strong, and so far only a few casualties.  The next to fall was Danielle from USA.  Her teammates deemed this unacceptable and decided she had a date with a black marker.  Eventually she looked like a burn victim with her face totally blacked out and USA on her arm.