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Though many years have past in our annual meetings, it becomes apparent that we must document at some point. Now in our 50s, we've reached a mature period in which this task can occur. In other words, we can better handle our booze.

Since leaving college back in the 70s, we have managed to meet nearly every year for a Pitt Football game. Generally one at home, then on the road the following year. Actually, the closest that any of us got to a 4.0 in college was our blood alcohol content. We did look for other brothers and found none. Were you avoiding us???

Meet our group. Mike Poldiak, Steve Walters (aka Big Wally...aka BW...aka Bic Wiley), Gary Austin, and Dave Petrarca (aka...Wimpy). Me, I'm Monte, and I'm behind the camera. Both Bill Ridout and Craig (aka...Pookie) Trimble did not make it this year. Now Gary Austin is not a DSC brother, but he might as well be 'cause I think Bic showed him the "secret handshake". Also, Gary can listen to the old man's advice like he really gives a shit! Last Christmas, Gary got a sweater...he really wanted a screamer or a moaner. Buh da bing. And here's Wimpy , he works for Westinghouse, lives in South Carolina, and still thinks the word pork is a verb. Mike , he's a new father, and does his absolute best to be a father to us. And we do our best to play the game, 'cause we need a designated driver!

On Friday October 22, we met at the Holiday Inn Greentree at 1700  to attend Pitt-Rutgers the following day. Prone to over indulge, the decision was made to get out of their bar quickly. BW is a GMAC exec, so he grabbed us a Buick Rendezvous to pile into. I wanted a Hummer (that's a vehicle Wimp!) but we would have probably looked too much like drug dealers. Mike drove. Our first stop was Fat Head's on the South side for, what Big Wally was told, the #3 sandwich in the US! It was busy. We ordered 2 to go and went to Primanti Bros. to eat sandwiches while we waited for sandwiches. Has anyone ever eaten a PB Cheesesteak while sober? Just askin'. Fat Head's sandwiches had Pierogies on them (only in Pittsburgh!) and we all agreed that it wasn't the #3 sandwich on the street! We traveled to the Waterfront, drank some Lumpy Dog beer, and went back to the HI. We actually stayed up past Midnight!

Next day, we took the Courtesy Van to the stadium and walked directly to the Clark Bar. Swear to God, we could find a bar in a dry town. That hand belongs to Big Wally, as he thumbs his nose at the waitress. Some sort of dispute over Coors Light. Beer's beer!!! Check out Wimpy, giddy on just two! You can ask either Mike or me, we do not know what was so fuckin' funny . Upon departing The Clark, we met Mike's nephew tailgating and we sponged a couple of Yuenglings.

Ah...here's two gay guys we met in the parking lot.

I had bad memories at Heinz Field in 2002. We sat on the north side, facing the sun and could literally see nothing. So Bic Wiley stepped up to the plate and procured us some tickets to the Club Section, $45.00 face value, we got 'em for thirty. Check out the view of the city from there!

We had great seats, which we sat in for one half of one quarter. Then we went to the bar for a beer, shit not just A beer, we went to the bar for the rest of the game. Didn't there used to be a rule that you could not drink beer and watch College Football? Thirty bucks is the biggest cover charge that I have ever paid to get into a bar!

When we left the game, our revered leader consoled Mike on his wasted vote in this year's election. We walked, yes we actually WALKED through Pittsburgh. Of course we stopped at watering holes along the way. It was my vision to go to High-Tops across form PNC Park. There was a line to get in, but the place right next door had no line. Now when you are a man in his 50s who has been drinking beer since morning, you patronize the bar with no lines to the bathroom! It was a no brainer. Here's Mike with the waitress. SIDEBAR...Mike, with this picture, I am sure you will consider voting Republican in 08. Wally bought us shots. They were watermelon Pucker fortified with some cheap vodka, which is fine, but they were pink! Here's Steve assuring five O, with his arm around him, that we were not really gay, not that there's actually anything wrong with that.

After leaving this place, we went to Wholey's because the guys wanted smelt. Smelt! The fuckin' seagulls will not even eat smelt! The place "smelt" like a cheap whorehouse and my fries tasted like fish. We left, Mike and I walked to Station Square, Wimpy and Gary took the "T" there, and BW disappeared (I think the pink shots, 3 each, had something to do with it). The remaining four of us were able to hook up thanks to cell phones and we met at the Hard Rock, passed through, and went to Bar Louie. We went back to the hotel, after a nightcap (and you'll notice Wimpy's still doin' shots) , we were in bed before Midnight (again the pink drinks!)

Wally left early in the morning for a flight out of Cleveland, we had breakfast and saw Wimpy off as he caught the shuttle to the airport. As we left, I promised Mike I would come visit him in Virginia soon. I told Gary I'd see him too 'cause I wanted to see Mike's new double wide. He said, "Mont you ought to, they tarred the roof this summer!"