My Team Is Still Better Than Your Team

Another tournament, another 1st place finish for the Nova's!!! This one was actually pretty sweet, as it is the first time all year that I've had my entire team together (one girl was out w/ an ankle injury for a long time), and they stepped up and played awesome. We beat one number one seed in the semifinals, and then the other number one seed in the finals, which avenged our only loss of the day. Also, when we won the tournament earlier in the year, we had a few replacement players due do some of my girls having other commitments, and it was only a 5 team tournament. This was a ten team tournament w/ much better competition, but the girls played their hearts out and took home the gold. Can you tell I'm proud of them?
I told the girls that if they won, I would wear the medal when I went out that night, and I am a man of my word. I was hoping that it would be a good conversation starter with the ladies, but as usual that didn't really work out. The only people to ask me about it was a tatooed waitress, a middle aged alcoholic homosexual man, a guy that may have been homeless who was so wasted he was talking about his jouvenile diabetes with me (for you Gracelanders, this guy totally would have been friends with Stretch, if that gives you a visual), a pretty hot lady in her mid-twenties who was so drunk she could barely walk who was constantly being hit on by a bunch of black dudes, and a 275 pound black dude in a suit. I really should have gotten pictures with all of these guys, so apologies for not thinking of that at the time.

Anyways, here I am at D'Bronx Pizza (home of the tatooed waitress)...
...at Jimmy's Jigger (home of the gay alchy and diabetes dude)...
...and finally at the Levee (home of drunk girl and the nattily dressed black man).
Jistin convinced us to get some raw oysters while at Jimmy's Jigger (sounds shady, yes, but it's actually the downstairs bar of a really nice New Orleans style restaurant). As you can tell by the look on my face, I was a little skeptical, but they actually weren't bad, all I could really taste was the toppings I put on it. There almost was disaster, though, because they didn't tell me to chew them a little bit, I just tried to shoot the thing down. Well, I have a gag reflex that would make me a horrible gay man, so it almost came up before it really even went down. The next few were smooth sailing, though. And look at that medal shine!!!