Prodigal Sons

As God, I feel it is my duty to instruct the miscreants (Joe Rod, who might that be???) and correct his wayward mistakes. For the benefit of the rest of the three of us who read this post, I will relocate the post on previous entries:

Joe Rod said...
Hey does anybody read this shit?
Okay, here goes in the beginning part two. If any of you don't know by now I'm a hard-ass invesitgative reporter and here I've done some hard-ass investigative work.
I'm sitting around like a dink at work waiting for an interview so I figured I'd go along and tell the "rest of the story" seeing how I don't know how to post, all I can do is comment.
So here goes:



Joe Rod said...
Part 2:

After returning from Mass the boys were at a loss of what to with there time. Most of the fellas decided to sit down to a healthy Sunday afternoon of American football while one cetain prod, oh... let's call him Chirs Ortiz, decided he was off to the ice cream social at the big tent on campus.

The big tent was like something young Chris had never seen. He spent his youth picking cabage in the Florida everglades "boy that tent sure would've kept the sun off my greasey back," he remarked to himself. There were so many new people, all of them willing to listen to his stupid jokes and stories. For the first time in his life, Chris was cool.

Joe Rod said...
It was at that ice cream social that perhaps the most infamous of prodigal sons lore went into the history books.

At first Chirs caught a glimpse of the unkept man from the corner of his eye. The unkept man was licking dry a bowl of what used to be soft-served chocalate ice cream. In the hot Ohio sun the tasty dessert melted before he could really get after it. The proof was on his "STAND JUST" t-shirt, now covered with chocalate run-off. Junks of nuts were lodged in his goatee, his sloped shoulders hung nervously around his love handles. His name was of course Pete Cole.

Joe Rod said...
"What a beautiful human being," thought Chris. Maybe it was all the hay, liberally spread throughout the big tent, but Chris was starting to feel a little confused. A tingling in his stomach, a rush of blood to his head. He new his feelings were wrong, but how could something wrong feel so good?

and the rest as they say is history...
8:13 PM

Should I tell the Epic Adventure of Dioge becoming the all time record holder for the Beer Club at Rooney's. The thing is I wasn't there, so I didn't witness it first hand. I'll leave that part for someone else to tell. I was at home, though, when he was done and was dropped off by Helgy, and I do know that side of the story.

It's funny how you find out about things sometimes. Me? I had just got home from work and found the Prod House unusually empty. "Where could everyone be?" I thought. Just then the phone rang. It was Marina, Conall's (the guy who can't stop talking in spanish in his prod-wide emails...that's really pissin me off) girlfriend at the time (now they're engaged). "Is Conall there?" She asked, and after I said, "No" she said, "Oh, he's probably still down at Rooney's with Dioge in the beer contest thing." I was confused because I hadn't heard anything about this, but just then, like a ray of light to dispell all confusion, Dioge stumbles into the house. He looked like he had been in a bull fight, but I later found out that it was a fight with the dirty floor of Rooney's bar. I think he won because he was still standing...kindof.

Getting back to the phone conversation, I said to Marina, "Well, Dioge just got here, and he's wasted." Overhearing me say that, and not knowing who I was talking to, Dioge became incensed. It was time for me to end the conversation and run for my life. Luckily, I had the advantage of sobriety on my side, so I easily escaped the fury of a pissed off Dioge. The long and the short of it, Dioge drank 34 beers in 4 hours and 23 minutes to become the all time record holder for the beer club at Rooney's. Pretty amazing, huh? Not nearly amazing as the next morning when he got up for morning class without a hangover. Liar, you totally had a hangover.


So that's my story and I'm sticking to it, but there's more to Dioge than the alchohol stories. But, I don't know if there are any stories worth telling that don't have alchohol somewhere in them. What other household could strike such a precarious balance as the Prods: fun(alchohol) and God.

Here's a little taste of what the reunion will end in. These are all new prods and some of them aren't even prods (maybe they are, who knows). The was the picture at the 2003 winter retreat. Good stuff.

Since there are only a few elite part of the first ever ProdBlog, we only have a few contributors. But if we're only going to have a few, why not have the best.

I wanna know what ever happen to the tree in front of the Field house. Firmin always said he was going to cut it down before he graduated, and he actually bought the saw, and showed me. Did that ever come down?