Nine Times: Recap Part I

Holy Hell fellas...can you believe we're still doing this?! #livingthedream As per yoos, we're not exactly printing film recounting our beloved weekend, so expect the same stellar accuracy as past recaps. (Although we're getting pretty damn close with all the documented content.)  Without further ado,  welcome to the Brolympic IX recaps. (part 1 of a 100 series*).

*lord I hope that's not true

PREAMBLE
As is the case every year, excitement begins to build about a month out.  Group texts are flying, trash talk is tossed around, the occasional training regiment (i.e. BM movement) is shared...and then every once in awhile, a legendary video emergences from the shit. Channeling his inner Balboa, Nate sent this masterpiece:

I kept refreshing Chris Mortensen's twitter feed for updates as we approached BRO IX.  The Commish was out west tuning his three putt, and making caddies retrieve unreleased swag from Pacific adjacent cliffs.  Meanwhile, a couple members of Team Erno were fighting some flu like symptoms.  One member of the team, risked failing a Brolympic piss test while fighting his flu with copious amounts of bacon, Busch Light and whatever the hell this is:

THURSDAY:
Whatever was in it, it must have worked because we started getting pictures of this:

And then this:

And before you knew it Chris was the first one to clock in for BRO IX.  Meanwhile, Ty was still on the West Coast...missing flights and putting his Friday Golf Game in question.  He had little to worry about, as his unofficial grounds keeper cut grass and then awaited the arrival of his children from the bus along with his in-laws.  It would have been a terrific premise for a TGIF sitcom.   

Chuck also clocking in. 

The early insights were already off the charts:

After his annual contraband stop, Anthony arrived at Bro HQ.  Looking like a Chuck E. Cheese on wheels, Mike E. rolled in shortly after.  These three Italian studs unpacked and then measured and laid out a slightly superior volleyball court to the "Playing w/ the Boys" era, BROVIII's court. (to be fair, that court looked like it was drawn by a no-armed parkinson patient on roller blades) Trying not to creep out the Commishes family, especially the in-laws, the cast of Goodfellas made their way into town to grab a bite and a couple of drinks.  There were talks of other Bros joining us Thursday night, especially due to the early tee time, but Chad was the only one who made it.

Much to Ty's dismay, he would not be making it back to HQ until around 2 a.m. Friday morning  The four Bros made themselves at home in the bottom of BRO HQ and hunkered in to watch the Browns try to earn their first victory of the 2018 season.  Unfortunately around 11:15 p.m., Ty's house lost power.  Cornwall went darker than a late afternoon spelunker in an Anchorage cave. Fear not, The Notorious A.N.T. saved the day and found the radio broadcast as we listened to Cleveland's biggest win since Lebron's 2016 championship.

UP Next:

• Jet Lagged Commish
• 36 Holes of nonsense and Hornitos
• The Selection Show Swagathon