World Championship Bar-B-Que

I got a chance to tour the Jack Daniels distillery this past Saturday during the 18th Annual Jack Daniel's World Championship Invitational Barbecue in Lynchburg. Most of the competitors were packing up by the time we completed the tour, but here are a few pics that were taken.

This is some of the "mash" at the top of one of the fermenters. No need for Nasonex after getting a whiff of that.

This is the kids and Julie looking down a 10' barrel full of charcoal during the "mellowing" process where the bourbon (at that time) is transformed into whiskey. A drop takes 4 to 6 days to go from the top to the bottom.

After the tour we got a chance to walk thru the bar-b-que competition area where some of the participants had some interesting names for their business.

Soccer Uncle

I finally made it out to my niece/nephew's soccer game on Saturday. I don't have a minivan or a soccer ball sticker on my truck, but I officially became a soccer uncle. As much as I laugh at all the soccer moms yelling at the players on the field, I found myself doing just that. Helluva good time. I put together a video montage of the games. Ryan is number 4 and Cassie is number 14. Cassie's field is a lot bigger so I couldn't get quite as close. In the video you'll get some soccer highlights, some upset kids, happy kids, and Ryan's impression of Gene Simmons. Pay attention, Ryan loves to watch his shadow as he runs. Audio included so crank it up.

Talladega '06

I must say sorry to all my fans, I haven't found a lot of time to post anything new but thought I'd throw a couple Talladega pics at ya from last weekend. Big A hooked us up with some good seats straight up from the entrance of the pits which at a 2 and a half mile track seems to be some great seats.

This flyover looked about eye level when these guys went by. Pretty damn cool.

You'll quickly learn in Talladega, the fans stand up and get in your way a lot.

Here's your race leader at the time followed by Mr. Johnson and Mr. Vickers. That's not the order they would finish.

Here is Brian Vickers, your race winner (unless you are an Earnhardt fan).

Following the race festivities, Big A put on a show when he fired up the grill. After stuffing our faces and yelling boogity, boogity, boogity we decided to hit the road and sit in traffic which turned our normal 1 and a half hour drive back to the hotel into a 3 hour drive. Ouch...

Hunting Pics

I found Screwboy's un-edited picture of the deer pissing in his yard. Very sneaky...