Happy Friday, folks!

Can’t talk right now though, as I’m currently up to CRAZY antics at my bachelor party, which if I’m guessing correctly, probably resembles the photo below…

Yeah, that’s about as wild as I expect things to get.

I told Jenna, “I’m gonna be alone with three women,” and then I sent her the above photo.

She told me, “Just remember – whatever you do, I will do ten times worse.”

Duly noted.

I was talking to my baseball kids the other day – some of whom are 16-years-old, and some of my assistant-coaches who are now 21-years-old, and they asked me, “How many strippers are you gonna have at your bachelor party?”

I felt like the guy that tells a kid there’s no Santa Claus…

I was honest with them.  I said, “I told my brother that when he plans the B.P. – I don’t want any women, and I don’t want any drugs.  Everything else is cool.”

The kids were upset.  Maybe that’s why they mailed-in the last four innings of the game…

What can I say?  I’m lame.

My dream bachelor party, which I believe I’m getting, is a dozen of my best friends hanging out in a cottage over a long weekend and playing golf every day.  Great food at night, maybe play an epic game of sharades, the odd tickle and/or pillow-fight, possibly have a hot tub with five of my best-buddies, maybe get drunk and tell one of my friends how much I love them – and finish with a big hug.

Lame?

I don’t think so.

My baseball kids have watched far too many movies, and their perception of reality is warped.

They think that every bachelor party is right out of The Hangover, and that anything less is effectively “leaving money on the table.”

Back in 2006, a guy I used to hang out with took his bachelor party to Las Vegas, which in my opinion, is the most unimaginative and cliche thing a person can do.

I was fortunate enough to have committed to another buddy’s wedding in Mexico at the time, and thus I was unable to make it to Vegas.

I don’t even want to get into details with what this guy, and all his friends, did over the course of four days.  Not to mention the bachelorette parties they ran into, and joined evil forces with.

Am I naive to think this is somewhat uncommon behaviour?

I’m a simple guy, and all I’ve ever wanted is a wife and kids and to NOT mess it up.

So the idea of going away on a bachelor party and spending 3-days with drugs and women does not appeal to me in the slightest.

I’m lucky to have a group of friends who can say the same thing.

As I wrote on this blog last December, my buddies and I went to Ellicottville for a bachelor party and ended up at an antique market in a small town.  So long as you’re with good people, you make your own good time.

Playing golf for three days with all of my best friends is absolute paradise to me.

Of course, my obsessive-compulsive side would like a giant scoreboard keeping track of whatever tournament we fashion, but I’ll take what I can get.

Here’s wishing everybody a great long weekend – and we’ll talk on Tuesday!