September 04, 2006

This boy ain't right.

Okay, maybe I have issues. Heavy rain, still grilling. Hail, still grilling. Severe thunderstorm warning has been issued for my area; I’m still outside grilling.
Then the sirens and the TV is interrupted. “The national weather service has issued a tornado warning for your area. Law Enforcement officials have spotted a tornado and radar has confirmed rotation. What do I do? Do I head to the basement? No. Do I watch the radar to see where it’s going? No. Maybe I sat out on the front porch to see if I could spot the tornado, not this guy. No, I head out the backdoor to the grill to pull the brisket off.

I spent 6 hours cooking that chunk of meat; I am NOT letting the storm get it.

BTW, it was delicious.

Posted by Contagion in Stories about me. at September 4, 2006 04:03 PM | TrackBack

"I am NOT letting the storm get it."

I'd be more worried if you did!

Posted by: Tammi at September 4, 2006 04:53 PM

Damn, I was up at Rockford Speedway and had to drive home in that crap.

Posted by: Raging Mom at September 5, 2006 10:52 AM

You are a dedicated man.

That rocks.

Posted by: jimmyb at September 5, 2006 01:27 PM

At least you saved your meat. Priorities.

Posted by: oddybobo at September 5, 2006 02:50 PM

Good on ya... It would be a cryin' shame to let that go to waste.

Posted by: Richmond at September 5, 2006 04:12 PM

Brisket? Damn, dude. I don't know why the hell you feel the need to rub it in.

Posted by: That 1 Guy at September 5, 2006 04:56 PM