Cycle out to Flavel & Springwater to meet Fosbury, but get rousted along by some grumpy police saying “Push it along, buddy!” So, I push it along through the depressed, unemployed white-trash, industrial wasteland path which can only be described as “felony gulch”. This route is not recommended for those without a weapon handy. Off the path at last with my life intact, then up to the broken neon shuffleboard oasis that is the Rumpus Room. Posters stripped for renovation makes empty and quiet room feel emptier and quieter. Friendly barlady reserves the Brunette table and matching booth and pours a free pitcher or two to keep us there and tops up the volume on Snipper’s juke selections upon request. This may be the last of my cheap beer night’s as the Hamm’s seems full of gas tonight. I’ll likely opt for a proper pint or rusty nail in the future. The shuffleboard matches are tight until we all get a bit wornand let the level of play drop. Shuffle-istas! Goodnight Rumpus. Slingshot? Sure. The night is beautiful and the empty Division Street is ours. Arrive en masse at the SS and line the bar with a round of whiskey and backs. Oh hell, grab the pucks and see how the Royal Pain plays. Three pucks, uphill-downhill, and I’m still not impressed. Love the place, hate the table. Full set of pucks, a level, proper set up, and some gaming lights needed. This table lost a few more marks tonight. Some interesting games played despite. Fosbury flops and the Noreasters bag out at 12:45, but Scott and I extend our neighborhood stay and get in two singles matches. I like the RR/Slingshot combo, but might lobby for a GF nightcap next time. Ride home is a refreshingly measly 2.2 miles on felony free surface roads. Clamber up to bed at 1:30a.

Bars Visited: Rumpus Room, Slingshsot
Attendance: MB, SP, SL, LS, OC
Cycling (Mi.): LS(25), MB (14), OC (14), (SP (12.8), SL(7)
Shuffleboard Overall W-L (Singles W-L) Notables:
SP 5-2 (1-1), 3 Hangers, Shutout
SL 3-3 (2-1) 1 Tipper, 2 Hangers
MB 2-2 (0-0)
LS 2-2 (0-0)
OC 1-4 (0-1) Hanger