We are officially entering show season. The Super Billiards Expo was the warm up act, but this month Team PoolDawg will be hitting Vegas in full force for the BCA Nationals event. As always, we’ll be bringing a lot of stuff. And by a lot, I mean a ton!
This crate, affectionately called “the sarcophagus” by the marketing guy is how we get all our stuff from Colorado to Vegas. This of course doesn’t include all the shelves, banners and fencing that make up our booth. This is just product.
Every year Keven does his best Tetris impression and fills every square inch of space with product.
Since he forgot to leave some space for me, I’ll be travelling in style (or as much style as one can travel in when you’re shoved in a smelly backpack under an airplane seat).
For those that have gone to BCA Nationals before, you’ll be able to find us once again in the same spot we inhabit every year. Newbies, just come in the front door and walk down the main hallway to the back wall.
In addition, my buddy Samm Diep will once again be running me around getting pictures. We’re giving away dawg dough for the best pictures so be sure to find me and Samm and don’t forget to be creative!
We’re finally back from the Super Billiards Expo and can I just say that travelling has become one of the more humiliating aspects of my job as official mascot.
Having to ride under the seat is expected, but being forced through an X-Ray machine like a piece of luggage, that’s just wrong.
Anyway, we’ve started checking out all the pictures thanks to my personal paparazzi, Samm Diep. There are a ton of great shots, so choosing the five best for our “Be Seen With Frank” contest is going to be tough. What won’t be tough though? Including this guy as one of the Top 5!
As photographer, Samm gets to choose two of the winners, but I have ultimate selection power for the other three. Once Samm gets back from NYC we’ll have all five picked and will send out the gift certificates. See, Samm and her friend Mike Fieldhammer decided to take off to New York without me and Sarah was busy with the folks over at Mezz, so that meant I had to go home with Mike. Ugh.
No trip to Philadelphia is complete without a trip to Pat’s and Geno’s for the world’s best cheesesteaks.
Since there’s a longstanding debate about who has the world’s best cheesesteaks, Pat’s or Geno’s. Mike, Samm, Fieldhammer and I went down to South Philly for the ultimate taste challenge.
Both were magically delicious, even if we didn’t go the traditional cheese whiz route.
In the end, we decided unanimously that Geno’s had the better meat but Pat’s had the better rolls. If only we could put the two together…
