The Shirts

Mondays, of course, suck. This Monday more than usual. The Steelers lost (Sunday Night) at the last second, and it is a game they should have won. When the Steelers lose, I try to avoid the internets. I really don't want to read about the game or even think about it. (At least the ALCS finishing up was the big story nationally - so I wasn't too reminded of the pain.) The Fence calls me at work to tell me that the week of wings shirts are ready, and that he would bring them to bowling. I have to give The Fence some dap on the shirts. Actually, I have to give him a lot of credit. I was trying to get quotes for shirts, as the natives were demanding them. He mentioned that he knew a guy in his networking group that could make them for us. I had a guy at work draw a logo for me, and he had done a nice job. I had sent The Fence the logo via e-mail, and had to bust his balls a bit to get him to talk to his boy. (Busting his balls may be putting it a little strongly, but these are the internets.) Anyways - as soon as he talked to his boy - he really made it happen. His boy really hooked us up on the shirts. I was expecting to spend way more on the shirts. I was also expecting the shirts later in the week - so to get them Monday was a huge bonus.