In fact, given we were playing a beatable Generation Y team, it was a "can of a alot of opportunity."
"Can of opportunity, huh?" "Can of alot of opportunity, what?"
Let me explain. You see, the Chieftons are a youthful bunch. We all wanted a victory and I needed some help developing a strategy to beat these kids who are greener than the Cougars. So I went to Trouter.
Our man Glenn is president of a software company where 50% of the workforce is in their 20's. In fact, his company was named one of the top places to work in Chicago for the Generation Y crowd.
Just watch this clip and you'll understand.
Let me explain. You see, the Chieftons are a youthful bunch. We all wanted a victory and I needed some help developing a strategy to beat these kids who are greener than the Cougars. So I went to Trouter.
Our man Glenn is president of a software company where 50% of the workforce is in their 20's. In fact, his company was named one of the top places to work in Chicago for the Generation Y crowd.
Just watch this clip and you'll understand.
Well, sadly, our "can of alot of opportunity" turned into a can of worms.
Like MSDSonline, for the Cougars, some Tuesdays can be a struggle and a challenge but almost every Tuesday is fun. The Trophy Generation Chieftons opened a can of whup-ass on the Gen X and Baby Boomer Cougars.
(Interestingly enough, Melchiorre's firm, Trading Technologies, was also named one of the top Gen Y employers. Um, they must have hid Dave in a closet the day that was decided.)
The fun for the Cougars did not start until the postgame. As usual, we rocked the house. Everywhere you looked there were beer and brats, as in sausages; the kids were well-behaved. Just don't ask the neighbor across the street, who Trouter reported opened a can of crank on the kids on our front porch, "Be quiet! Children, it’s 10 o'clock, you should be in bed. Why are you awake at this late hour? Where is the adult supervision? There are no adults outside! Be quiet. Go to bed. Stop that racket!” That could explain the alley drive-by from Wilmette's finest a little while later.
We did have a ton of friends, families, and neighbors out last night. Tuesday night's troublemakers included some bye-week Hitmen / Hitwomen, who were out to cheer on their comrades, Flynner and OB, who were subbing for the shorthanded Cougars. Heck, even some of the Tappers stopped by after their game. My nieces, nephews, in-laws, and Coach traveled from the south suburbs and Northwest Indiana to get rowdy at the party. Our neighbor, Kimberly, who lives next door to the crank, enjoyed the shindig as well. Maybe it was Oscar who called the police? Hmm.
We will never regain our youth but we sure can act like 20-year olds at the postgame.
At 9:00 p.m. next week Miller Time is on tap, and this time we plan to bring a can opener.
Like MSDSonline, for the Cougars, some Tuesdays can be a struggle and a challenge but almost every Tuesday is fun. The Trophy Generation Chieftons opened a can of whup-ass on the Gen X and Baby Boomer Cougars.
(Interestingly enough, Melchiorre's firm, Trading Technologies, was also named one of the top Gen Y employers. Um, they must have hid Dave in a closet the day that was decided.)
The fun for the Cougars did not start until the postgame. As usual, we rocked the house. Everywhere you looked there were beer and brats, as in sausages; the kids were well-behaved. Just don't ask the neighbor across the street, who Trouter reported opened a can of crank on the kids on our front porch, "Be quiet! Children, it’s 10 o'clock, you should be in bed. Why are you awake at this late hour? Where is the adult supervision? There are no adults outside! Be quiet. Go to bed. Stop that racket!” That could explain the alley drive-by from Wilmette's finest a little while later.
We did have a ton of friends, families, and neighbors out last night. Tuesday night's troublemakers included some bye-week Hitmen / Hitwomen, who were out to cheer on their comrades, Flynner and OB, who were subbing for the shorthanded Cougars. Heck, even some of the Tappers stopped by after their game. My nieces, nephews, in-laws, and Coach traveled from the south suburbs and Northwest Indiana to get rowdy at the party. Our neighbor, Kimberly, who lives next door to the crank, enjoyed the shindig as well. Maybe it was Oscar who called the police? Hmm.
We will never regain our youth but we sure can act like 20-year olds at the postgame.
At 9:00 p.m. next week Miller Time is on tap, and this time we plan to bring a can opener.
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