Putting the Puck in the Net, "all the way up in Toronto"

So, I do understand it’s been approximately one month since my last blog entry, but there is good reason for it. I am currently heading back to Bloomfield Hills from a two-day wonderful getaway in Boyne Highlands Resort with close friend, beautiful smile… Debra. To recap the past month I will begin by talking about my academics, athletics, and finishing off te current state of my family. I finished my last final on December 12th, in my poop schwagggles philosophy class. After completeing the exam, I went back to my house on Evergreen and awaited my exam scores. Little do you know, your boy Fankle made Dean’s List, once again, and ultimitley made not only Dudley happy, but also Bobby and Ellen. It is crazy now when I think about it because I only have one more semester left before I graduate from Michigan State University with a BA in Comminucations and a specialization in Public Relations.
Moving to the athletic fields now, AKA roller rink tiles. The last weekend before break, I had a tournament in Grandville, Michigan. There we played four games, in which your boy, Hollywood Fenkell put the puck in the net, distributed the puck to his teammates before they put it in the net, as often as Evgeni Melkine has done this season in the NHL. Our first game was against Eastern Michigan, long time rivel and we won 9-3. Bobby Fenkell made the two and a half hour treck out to Grandville to see his son play the sport that he has not only dedicated, commited, and passionate about, but also envisions himself working in the field throughout the rest of his life as an ESPN analyst for the NHL. Although, recently ideas have been sparked up about a possible 30-minute segment show, such as Jim Rome Is Burning or PTI in which Fenkell will interview professional athlete, compete against these professional athletes, and somehow, some way, create a show that is so innovative that millions of viewers from around the world will tune in and begin to speak Fenkelleryageage. This possibility excites Fankle as well as all of his other supporters, fans, followers, haters, and family members. Now, back to that game against Eastern Michigan, Michael, not Mike, put up a hattrick and added a few helpers as expected. The second game was against University of Michigan. For those of you who know quality, Jewish hockey players who have grown up in the Metropolitan Detroit area, you would know a somewhat talented hockey player by the name of Seth Rogers. Seth happens to play for the University of Michigan this season, which realistically and ultimately added more suspence and competition in the eyes of both Fenkell and Rogers, as they both grew up playing hockey with one another and against one another. This reunion of quality Jewish hockey players was a sight to behold. You guessed it, Fenkell had the upper hand, put the puck in the net many times, in route to another 9-3 victory. The third and final game of that Saturday was against Grand Valley State, and we beat them 6-3. The last game the next day, which was a Sunday, we played Purdue and pushed their shit in so deep, that it was coming out of one of their player’s mouth. Fankle sniped the puck in once, and distributed the puck 5 times, which is beyond respectable and admirable in any community and any country and any continent. We left Grandville 4 and 0, with an overall record of 7 and 0 this season. Looking forward to our showdown at the JCC in West Bloomfield January 17th and 18th against Ohio State, Michigan, and Western Michigan. Vajjjsicles. Nuff Nuff. Remember when in doubt, when in need of a timely goal or when in need, a beautiful pass through three people’s skates to your weakest player so he can get his first goal of the season, PutinFenkell.
Now on to the most important facet of life, the Fenkell Family. When I returned home from school for break, I was thrilled for three main reasons. First off, both Joel and Jeffrey were home. All three of us under the same roof, something that has not occured since Big Ben Wallace left the Detroit Pistons. Secondly, DUDLEY. And lastly, being able to spend the next month with all my family and all my friends in one of the most affluent cities and counties in all of the United States.
As this blog entry is being produced, many events will soon occur and take place in Michigan and as Teddypainderassdown said, “All the way up in Toronto…” for New Years. My New Years will be spent in Toronto with more characters than a goddam Disney movie, such as long beloved and E P I C… The Beauty and the Fankle, AKA the Beast.
Now I am going to turn it over to our special guest apprearance, Deb Harris, as she reminisces and recalls specific past events that she had with Fenkell Family members, Fenkell friends, and Fenkell wannabes.
After two very disappointing attemps, my third effort in traveling to Michigan to see Michael, his family and his friends was a success. When I finally made it through the baggage claim and found Michael and his father, in their white truck I was extremely happy that I was finally there. We had been antipating this week to spend together ever since I booked my flight to Michigan a month prior. Although the dates had changed slighty, we had 5 days ahead of us. The first night was very exciting for the fact that I was not only introduced to the Fenkell family minus Jeffrey (who was very much involved with his possible future wife, Sammy) but I was also able to meet many of Michael’s very friendly and fun friends. We had a great time at the bar, drinking but also having a good time with the Groves Class of ’98, as they were celebrating their 10-year reunion. They were kind enough to share their delicious spread of vegatables with the two os us, which we enjoyed immensely in the back of Dick o Dows in Birmingham. The next day we were able to have lunch with Shashu at Steve’s Deli. It reminded me of a place we have in Long Island, Ben’s Deli… great Jeiwsh food. Later that day, The Fenkell’s and I went to dinner, where I was able to get to know everyone better. I was lucky enough to see Joel in action, hitting on the beautiful waitress, Rita, whose age was questionable. I really enjoyed this time spent with the four out of five Fenkells because the men are extremely humorous, while Ellen is so sweet. The next day we left for Boyne Highlands… a four-hour car ride. Michael drove and was able to get us there in great timing, with little help from mapquest. He’s still sour about Conway Road’s confusing existence within the directions. Michael wanted to get to Boyne as soon as possible, which resulted in my malnutrition of the day. After much complaining about my hunger, we made it there, settled in to our very nice hotel room and left to have dinner. I ate half of my meal before he was even able to take a bite. I was pretty hungry to say the least. The wait staff took a liking to Michael right away, and the manager made sure we were enjoying ourselves. Due to Michigan’s law of prohibiting the sale of alcohol during Christmas Day, we did alittle day-drinkage the next day. Ashley Becker, our waitress, had no idea what she was in for when we sat in her section. I’m pretty sure we brought some light to her workday. After a few hours spent eating lunch and doing a heavy load of drinking… we made our way to a shop where they sold bathing suits. To our dismay, I forgot my bathing suit at Michaels house in Bloomfield… which I did not realize until 2 hours into the ride. Sooo, Michael insisted on buying me a “Christmas gift” which he claims is a beautiful two-piece bathing suit, I’d have to argue that. But, it did the job, so we spent some time in “The largest hot tub the Midwest has to offer.” That was the highlight of Michael’s time spent at Boyne, which is not surprising because he kept mentioning this famous hot tub. The rest of the time spent there was really relaxing and I am very pleased we were able to spend time there- even if we did not ski at Boyne… a ski resort. I had a great time with Michael, as usual.

I’l like to thank Deb for that nice little rendition of our time spent together. I just returned home from a wonderful classy dinner at Mon Jin Lau with my rents, Smitty, and Debra. We all had a fun time, ate great food, and had many laughs. We did struggle to find the place at first but soon foud our way into the highly anticipated and lovely Chinese restaurant. My fajjj was cracking jokes and telling stories the whole meal, while Smitty and Deb listened and laughed. It was a lot of fun. My majjj also did her thing and looked beautiful while doing it. Watching the Red Wings game. It’s the end of the first period and we are losing 3-0. Hopefully we find a way to come back, time will tell.

Pre- Green Room "Patron Night"

Wow what an epic night it turned out to be at the Green Room. Sadly the Red Wings lost their home opener to the Maple Leafs but currently won their last two road games against tough teams like Ottawa and Carolina. Friday morning I woke up hng over like a mother fucker and got dressed and packed up to drive home. After an hour session of listening to Craig and Teddy, I arrived at my place in Wabeek. After a nice relaxing nap I went to get a late lunch with my majjj and fajjj at Olgas on Telegraph. What a great meal, fucking epic actually. I returned home to chill factory with Dudley Fenkell for a while before I had my boy Bello come over and chill. I spent the rest of that night chilling with my friends Bello and Arielle. The next morning my majjj woke me up to hit the golf course with my fajjj at my country club, Knollwood. I hadn’t played in over 4 months but before that I was playing quite a but so my game wasn’t that bad. I played with my fajjj and his two buddies Richard and Jerry Minkin. We all played a quick 9 holes so I could make it home in time to watch my Spartans play Northwestern. At halftime of the Northwestern game Bllo my fajjj and I went outside to throw the pigskin around for a little. After some great catches I made it back inside to watch the second half. What a nice 37-20 victory by the boys. The rest of Saturday was spent either lifting weights or smoking poopourrie. I passed out early Saturday night due to another early tee off time with my fajjj. I was woken up by my majjj and Dudley at around 9 a.m. to meet with my fajjj at Knollwood at 930. I got there on time and hit the links with 2 of my dads friends again who were better eachother. Andrew Moss and Mr. Nathan. Quite a match they had while my fajjj and I were just chillin out relaxing all cool shooting some golf balls and smoking a lot of poo. I played well once again and got off the links at 12:30 so I could make it home before the Lions game started. I enjoy watching our team play although we lose basically every game we play. We lost against the Vikings 12-10 on a last second field goal. We played really well though I feel, and showed a lot of heart. Bu a loss is a loss. Were now 0-5. Sunday was comprised of watching Football and Baseball. I returned to my home in East Lansing around 7 p.m. for a group meeting for my COM 402 class. I finished my meeting, lifted some weights, played some Mario Kart and passed out. I didn’t have class till 4  on Monday so I woke up at noon and went to Eagle Eye to lift with my boy Wolf from 2 to 4. I got home after lifting, skipped class, showered, ate dinner, went to my class from 6 to 850 and then got ready for my hockey practice at 9. Practice went well last night as I sniped numerous times and played real well. I had a bad collision with a teammate during our scrimmage at the end of practice which left a mark on my left shoulder/collarbone area but ill be ok. After hockey I returned home exhausted and soon there passed out. Today I had class at 1020 which was absolutely brutal and a waste of time but I went for attendance points. I went to eat at Tonys after to get a late breakfast, hit Eagle Eye again hard for another hour finishing with a nice sauna session. Now I am in my ADV 325 class listening to Bob Kolt. Its 520 p.m. on a glorious Tuesday afternoon. 

This Thursday is gonna be epic in the Green Room as Patron sponsors our party. I have some real legends coming to Dublin that night from Ann Arbor. Wachler, Hiller, Schram, and Monair with a maybe from Smook. All in all everything is epic and going well. I’ll keep you updated on the rest of my week.

 

I promise to keep doing big things in small places.

 

Vajjjsicles.

 

Crane is a Benker. 

The Future Of Entertainment

Tuesday. Ohhh what a Tuesday. Today is a big day for Future Entertainment, aka the Promotional Group I work for. Today we have a meeting with Harry, the owner of Lou and Harrys restaurant and bar in East Lansing. We will begin talks on the possibility of doing business with him so we’ll see ho that goes. Also, we send out our invite for this weeks Green Room on Thursday. We are stoked about next Thursday already, Patron Night. I am currently in my Philosophy class bored out of my mind. My teacher has a beautiful monotone voice teaching some of the most useless garbage in the history of Fenkelleryageage. I try to focus and motivate myself to learn this poop schwagggles but its tough coach real tough. After class I plan on meeting up with Blake George and Scott Wolf to discuss our future business over a nice brakfast at the Marriott Hotel. Followed by our meeting with Harry. After our meeting Wolf and I plan on going to our gym, Eagle Eye, to go hard in the gym for a few hours before my clas at 430. Hopefully I’ll get there at 1:30 and be there till 3:30ish 4. Tonight I have no plans and really don’t have much work to do I believe so I’ll be Fenkelleryageage chillzing to the highest extent. I’ll keep you in touch with what happens the rest of the day…obviously.

 

 

Factoring in my ADV 325 class right now. Bob Kolt, head PR person for East Lansing is the professor. Man dresses professionally for a class in a suit I show up in my usual attire. Gray Roots sweat pants, Tiffany Dunks, and a tight light blue t-shirt. Just got note from Blake that he spoke with the manager the Post bar. We’ll see what comes out of that. I get out of this class at 5:45ish. Gonna hit up Eagle Eye to hit the weights and such. Gotta get in peak condition for hockey season. Only two days until opening night of the Detroit Red Wings vs. Toronto Maple Leafs. 7PM. The finish of the Wings game will be shortly followed thereafter by a nice Green Room session.

 

Didn’t make it to the gym. Hate myself for it but I will be going after my class today at 4:10. Its my SOC315, Sociology, class that’s a requirement for my Communications degree. Its 2PM on a shitty rainy Wednesday. I played quite a bit of Mario Kart yesterday ranging in between 100-150 games. Pretty wild but time well spent. I relaxed last night until about 9:30 before I headed to Lou Has for our meeting with Harry concerning possible parties. Things were discussed and ended on a very good note. Future Entertainment has great opportunity in its upcoming months or so. I passed out last night to the Presidential debate. I mean I must admit that overall I don’t prefer either of them. That’s why I’m thinking about running for President. If you are interested in voting for me, on the ballot, you will see a Michael Fenkell – Dudley Fenkell (Party= Chillz Factory). We’ll see how it works out. After my class today I have a work out session at Eagle Eye followed by a hockey practice at 9. 

 

Eagle turned out to be great yesterday. I hit the weight room pretty hard. Felt great before my hockey practice—I had more energy and felt stronger on my feet. Anywho, I had a great practice. I came home and hit the showers in order to hit up Lou Has for a meeting with Harry again and to chill with my boys. Sipping on Silver and Gold Patron on the rocks tasted great. We made some plans for a party the 22^nd of October. Its gonna be called Classy Wednesdays at Lou Has. Patron Night is still next Thursday and should be epic. I had my Philosophy class this morning at 1020. Got my exam back-- 3.0. Not too shabby considering I hate the material and have no interest in it. I went to eat at Tonys with Blake and Wolf to discuss tonight’s Green Room party and the new Classy Party at Lou Has. I have a quiz today in my Public Relations class at 430. Immediately after class I plan on hitting up Dublin to set up the Green Room for tonight. Opening night for the Red Wings game starts at 7. I plan on watching the first period at my place on Evergreen, going to Lou Has for the second, and then hit the Snug room in the Green Room at Dublin for the 3^rd. Should be pretty epic. Ill keep you updated from my Public Relations class after my quiz.

 

I just took my quiz it went fine. I am thinking about two things right now. A) How can I get out of this class early, and B) Green Room Thursdays. After class I plan on going to Dublin to set up our DJ booth and night in itself. The Wings game comes on at 7pm. Cant wait to see the banner raised in Joe Louis. Also can’t wait to see number 81, Marian Hossa, step foot on the ice at the Joe for his first regular season game. Besides that I’m still living the dream and maintain my status of doing big things in small places.

 

Remember when in doubt, ask yourself-- WWFD….

 

What Would Fankle Do?

Purple Tree and The Green Room

 

 Today is a beautiful Monday in East Lansing. I had class today at 4:10 and am currently sitting in my 6 oclock class. I’m in my Communciation class that just started. Its only one day a week for 6 weeks, aka the last 6 weeks of first semester. Last night my majj and fajj came up to my place in EL and took my roommates, Courtney, and I out to dinner. We went to PF Changs a great Chinese restaurant. After dinner I came home to do some work, watch some football and baseball, then pass out. I woke up this morning at 11:30 am. Nice time to wake up on a Monday. I woke up and played some Mario Kart against Crane. Pushed his poo poo in 10-2. I then proceeded to go to Kinkos Fed Ex to send my younger brother Jeffrey a few things to his dorm room in Foster in Bloomington. I get out of my 6 oclock class at 8:50 followed by a hockey practice at 9. I have been working on this assignment I have to do for my public relation class. I am making a fact sheet for The Friendship Circle Foundation. Besides that all else is well. I will let you know how practice goes tonight. I forgot to mention that I was recently informed that my hockey team voted me an assistant captain for my final year in quest to win the National Championship.  I arrived at practice a little late because of my class getting out at 850 obviously. I got dressed quickly and hit the tiles in route to a great practice in which we practiced our break outs, power plays, and finally finished with a scrimmage. During the scrimmage I put the puck in the net quite a bit and let me tell you I get the feeling a lot and its great.

 

Today also marked the day in which our invitations for our Patron Night at the Green Room in Dublin October 16th were sent out . My partners and I are excited and anticipating the night in which Patron is sponsoring us. The first 200 women to enter the bar that night will receive a free drink, not shot, compliments of patron. Should be prtty E P I C if you ask me. Tomorrow I have class at 1020 am, my philosophy class. I get my exam back that I have been waiting to get back for a while now. After Philosophy I have my public relations class at 430 at the Communication Arts Building. I am about to hit the showers because I currently smell like championship worthy hockey equipment. It is in the 3^rd quarter of the Vikings Saints Monday Night Football game and in the bottom of the 8^th in the Red Sox Angels game 4. Torii Hunter just hit a 2 out single to knock in Teixera and Vlad Guerrero to tie the game at 2-2. Life is treating me very well though, I feel healthy and in shape for the first time in a while. Almost forgot. I am doing business with Sarah Nathanson and her clothing company Purple Tree. The shirts we designed and ordered should be in by the time of Patron Night so keep an eye out for them on my site in the next few weeks or so. Just wanted to say that I miss my dog Dudley, and my two brothers Jeffrey and Joel. 

 

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Senior Year At MSU

Since my arrival back to America my senior year at Michigan State has begun. Pretty wild first two weeks to say the least. I'm gonna do my absolute best to go through every day the best that my memory allows me to. Monday August 28th, 2008. First day of senior year. Not many words can describe how wierd the feeling was to raise my hand in class when the professor asked who the seniors were in our class. I got over it soon afterwards don't get me

wrong. I have one class on Monday Wednesdays at 410 to 530, two classes on Tuesday Thursdays at 1020 and 410, one online class, and a class that begins in October. I still reside in 618 Evergreen with my three roommates Max Smith, David Shiener, and Marc Crane. It is shaping up to be a pretty incredible year filled with the Booobery and Chillz Factoring.

 

I recently decided to continue playing on the Michigan State Roller-Hockey Team, in quest to win a National Championship my last year of eligibility. We have a great squad with a lot of talent. There is no better feeling for me than to step foot on either the ice or roller hockey rink. My skills although not at my usual premier high are getting better every time I practice, so hopefully by the time the season starts I’ll be ready to put the puck in the net. Some of the players I am truly excited about include Jim Goodliffe, Garrett, and Evan Pomish. As stated prior, I came back to play my final year in the hopes of winning the national Championship and I’ll do whatever it takes to accomplish my goal.

 

My return home before school included a lot of movement back and forth from home to school also involving more legendary dinners and lunches. To start off I’ll begin by saying that I had a great time at Tamakwa but there is no place like home. The night I returned home Bello came over to see how I was living. I relaxed that Saturday afternoon in preparation for my move up to schhol the following day. It was somewhat inconventient coming home a day and a half before my senior year at Michigan State began but its all good. The following morning I woke up at noon and ventured off to East Lansing with my Majjj and Dudley. Upon our arrival stood both Jack and Izzy, the dogs that live next door to me, which ultimately led to Dudley going crazy as soon as he laid paw out of my Majjjs Lexus. I was so happy for Dudley that day because he got to play with bigger stronger dogs. I say this because personally I love playing hockey or any type of sport against, or with, better stronger faster athletes than myself. This will undoubtedly lead me to become a better athlete who can compete at a higher more skilled level. Once I moved everything into my house I ordered some food from Hungry Howies, ate, and flew home to  get ready for Jeffreys party. Finx Da Minx, threw down at Clutch Cargos, and had about 350 people show up. I thought it was a lot of fun although Jeff was anticipating more people to show. I came home that night and hung out with my close friend Kristin whom I hadn’t seen in roughly a year. I drove to school the next day in order to make my first class at 4:10pm. My classes this year have been the poop schwagggles in every sense of the word but at least I’m going.

 

I have had a few big events in the past few weeks up to today. First off, I attended a great dinner at the Smith household in Bingham Farms. I actually showed up a little late for the dinner due to a lack of rest, but I still made it for the 3^rd period, as Barry Melrose would say. I showed up to a dinner table comprised of all Smith family members. This includes the one and only Danny Smith, a former baseball coach of mine at Andover and lifelong mentor in many facets of life. The funniest man in the world, Rick Smith, and his beautiful wife Kate Smith whose household I was at were obviously there. Max’s grandparents Joanne and Don were there as well. Kate soon brought me out a delicious hamburger with mushrooms and burnt onions - it was great. I also had a nice salad and Gatorade to go along with the burger. We all sat at their dinner table talking about anything and everything. I reminisced with Danny about old times at Andover and spoke about my past summer at Tamakwa. Overall it was an incredible experience and conversation with a group of great people, great enough, I feel, to mention this dinner in my blog entry and give thanks to all of the Smiths for being great people to my family and I.

 

This upcoming Thursday I am throwing a party at Dublin Square in East Lansing. It is called The Green Room. My fellow partners are Blake George, Scott Wolf, and Michael Dabish. Should be the chronz bonz. Ill keep you updated and let you know how it goes. 

Hockey starts soon, tryouts just finished. We have a great squad as I stated earlier. Im stoked about it. Kep you updated on everything shortly. 

 

This Ain't Nothing But A Summer Jam

I'm not even sure where to start right now. This is my first blog update since I returned home from camp on Saturday August 23rd. Ultimately, its been two weeks so trust me I have quite a few stories and life altering moments to share with all of you. From the moment I stepped back onto the shores of Tamakwa after my final day off, the remaining six days were spent focusing on spending time with my campers. My campers second month were as follows: Sam "I AM" Orley, Jason "Cutie" Sachse, Jack "E.T." Kelman, Tal "Vajjjsicles" Shelef, Ori "O.T." Almog, Jacob "Ho Daddy" Hoeflich, Alex "I put the puck in the net" Sigel, Harrison "Billy" Slavner, Jamie "I love Peanut Butter" Perlmutter, Brad "MSU" Levin, and Zachary "The "Watch out Its A" Leranbaum. All of these kids made my summer special in so many ways. I spent almost all of my free time with my cabin Ranger 5/6. Free time encompasses all the time spent off the hockey rinks. I must include the fact that I was so fortunate to meet so many great people this summer. A fun and important part of bonding with your campers is making up a cabin cheer. So, I think its necessary to let everyone know our cabin cheer. It goes as follows, "R6 R6 R6 nibbles on many .... Big small and very round, we know how to get dowwwwnnnn....R6 R6 R6 has the biggest ....Big huge and very long, just as big as Donkey Kong." I mean just an epic cheer. So must energy. So much poetry. So much purity. I cannot say enough about my campers and how truly special they all were. I miss all you boys beyond comprehension and hope I get to see you all soon.

 

The end of camp featured an All-Day, a few more full court shots, my first and only loss of the summer in staff hockey out of a total 13 games, Color War, The CIT Banquet, 123 straight push ups in front of the whole camp, Tamakwas 2008 Olympic Plat-forum Skills Competition Day playing only Remix's with Matt Orienstein and PutinFenkell, and of course wait a minute are you kidding me? An Overnight Canoe Trip? Vajjj. Furthermore, there are many more stories I could mention but I will do you all justice and just start typing and see where my brain takes me.

 

Wow, listen to this. So for one of the evening programs one night they decided to do Guinness Book of World Records. So all throughout the camp there were competitions and records to break. Such activities included hockey, which I ran in which you have to shoot 5 balls in the least amount of time through the 5 holes of a shooter-tutor attached to the net, how many free throws one could hit consecutively, running up the slope, and most push-ups. Sadly during this whole event I had to stay stationed at my activity. This obviously didn’t allow me to participate in any of the events that truly upset me. When the bell rang to meet at the slope I made my way there and sat down. Mike Etherington, a UFC fighter who ran the Fitness program approached me and asked if I wanted to take a stab at the push-up record. I immediately said yes and made my way down the slope with him. As I stretched out and began focusing, I heard Franchi, the program director get everyone’s attention to watch me attempt to break the record while he tallies up all the finalists for all the records. Etherington told me that his fist was going to be on the ground and I needed to touch his fist with my chin for a push up to count. Now, for those of you who don’t know I am a pretty good pusher-upper. The record was 75 by Alex Schecter, an absolute beast from the city of Ann Arbor, so I had my work cut out for me. I began by busting out 5 quick ones before I heard Jeff Avegian, the boys camp director, yell stop because he didn’t think I was doing them correctly. So I stopped, argued, got the general consensus from all that mattered there that they did in fact count so I began starting all over again. Ill jump to 75 now as I still am flying throw the push ups. I began feeling it at 110 so I slowed down and did an extra 13 before collapsing on the bottom of the slope in front of the whole camp. It was a great experience for me to shed off light on the kids and to show heart and it was great for the kids because they all know now that it is possible to bust out 123 straight push-ups. Just a wild night. But trust me I was feeling the effects after I got up.

 

The All Day this year was based on the concept that a power outage plagued camp. The four teams included Plumbers (I mean… just epic), Carpenters, Electricians, and Mechanics. I was on the Mechanics team, but known to all as a Plumber, so its all good. The final day of Individual Choice this year will be remembered as Tamakwas 2008 Olympic Plat-forum Skills Competition Day playing only Remix's with Matt Orienstein and PutinFenkell. During this final Individual Choice Day I was able to hit 2 full court, two-handed shots. The greatest day I had though on the basketball court was when I hit my first full courter of the summer. Once I hit it I walked down the court so excited and grabbed the ball I shot. I immediately picked up the ball, walked to half court and bounced it from half court on one hop perfectly placed where it swished into the net. Could make my all-time list for greatest athletic performance but not quite. I made the half court one hopper I must add, during the time that the kids were going crazy because I hit the full courter in front of them just before. What a great time that surely put a smile on my face. I made the shots in front of some legends that included Robbie "#2" Epstein, Smitty, and M.O.

 

Moving now to the end of the 2008 Olympic Skills Day, towards the end of 5^th period I was beginning to put everything away, as Craig Perlmutter laid foot on the Plat-forum and came my way. I had no clue what he was about to ask or talk to me about. He soon asked me if I would take over for a staff member who got injured during a canoe trip. I thought about it for a second and said yes. So I immediately hopped in Craig’s golf court that he uses to travel around camp, and dropped me off at boys hill. I made my way up to Dickson Bonfield, which is the name of my cabin, and took Ho Daddys dry bag that already had my sleeping bag in it. Boom….just like that I was back down to the office porch heading to the landing docks to leave in a pointer across the lake to meet up with Len Giblin, the tripping director. I hopped in the front seat of Lens car and drove to Joe Lake where we awaited the canoe trips arrival so I could swap spots with Chris Keating and spend the last night of their canoe trip with them on Joe Lake. They made their way to the docks where Len and I stood and I hopped in. I was given tuck (candy) to give to the kids before I left camp, so I immediately took it out and was loved for it. Thanks Craig for that by the way. We paddled our way to our camping site, which was connected, to group of pioneers and the 15-day girls canoe trip. What a great night filled with a great dinner and good story telling. I made my way back into camp the next day at noon, completing the shortest canoe trip ever by a non- JT staff member. How How.

 

Color War this year was extremely well organized and thought out. The theme was the Great Depression and the four richest moguls during that time period were called upon to lead America out of the depression. The four teams were Rockafeller, Carnegie, Hurst, and Vanderbilt. Great times during those two special days dedicated to nothing less then intense competition.  One of these competitions included track races at the baseball field. I was asked by my team captains Etai Sarner and Katie Dresner, to run in the staff 100 meter. Jumping to the race now. So the way it worked was there were 3 other staff members each from a different team, all known as the fastest runners our camp has to offer, lined up next to me. The 3 competitors credentials all are legit and as pure as bure. Harry Snider, track star with great potential, Chris Keating, UK hockey player with speed, and Joe Bolton, also a stud from the UK. I was in the second heat of 4 staff runners, with the top two from each heat making it to the final heat. Matt Orienstein called it out from 3, once the gun rang off, rumors have it that I flew as fast as Usain to the finish line in his 200-meter Beijing performance. So here I am after a great first performance lining up for the final heat that included Fankle, Matt Orienstein, Josh Ketai, and Mr. Snider. This time there were a bunch of people watching and cheering, which adds not only a positive effect to the sport but adds internal motivation and intensity. You know how the race ended. PutinFenkell.

 

The last day of camp included cabin clean ups and the CIT Banquet. The CITs theme for Banquet was Reduce Re-use Recycle. It was extremely hot in the dining hall that night and the food was mediocrity at its finest. The end of banquet is saved for each activity to give out high awards and talk about their summer at their activity. When it became my turn I got a little nervous but stepped up and delivered a speech. I cannot express enough how happy and truly blessed IO was to have the opportunity to run hockey and teach little kids how to put the puck in the net.

 

I made a ton of new friendships with a bunch of different characters from different places around the globe. Ill start with a few in particular that do standout. First is my boy Jesse Gold. I called him “The Prodigy” basically because he is one. His musical talent is one that I truly admire for a 14 year old. He has a lot of potential to be something truly special because he is a gifted kid. Jesse came to my cabin to chill quite often after taps, and we would discuss life and girl situations. I feel privileged to be his good friend now and I wish him the best of luck in his musical career as it moves forward.  Other legends include Josh Ketai, my only Co-Counselor for the whole summer. We had outstanding times together. He was on the canoe trip that I went on for the overnight, he was involved in some epic athletic displays with me, and most of all he is a genuine young man. I also feel fortunate to have shared great memories with Josh at the place that I love so much. I promised I’d mention this story so during a cabin vs. cabin baseball game our team was up a run in the final inning and there were men on 1^st and 2^nd.  Josh was playing shortstop as a sharp groundball was hit to him. First making the stop on his backhand with a sharp scoop he followed it up by making the wise and quick decision to tag the guy running to 3^rd and throw the ball to 1^st all in one motion. Truly an incredible play that one cannot truly explain in words but I do my best out there coach. Jonah Raduns Silverstein, “JRS”, could be a rapper but will hopefully finish out school. JRS was a co-counselor of Smittys whom I became extremely close with. We went on a few days off with each other, he led a hobby hub for me, and most of all he was my friend. We got to know each other so well this summer and I cannot thank him enough for his kindness and respect that would make anyone feel like a brother. Matt Orienstein, of course, “MO”, an integral part of my success this summer. Just a great guy. I mean he is full of positive energy and big smiles. Almost forgot about Chad Gans. I know he’s factoring in Boulder currently now but the times and laughs we shared will last forever. I’m glad we got to continue and strengthen our bond of friendship this summer. Thank you for everything. I know I might be missing someone here or there but I must call it quits on this passage and close out by saying that this is just another chapter in the book for me and this one at Camp Tamakwa 2008 was E P I C. Thank you to Craig Perlmutter and Vic Norris for giving me the chance to come back and teach the sport I love so much.

 

I returned home after following Smitty into Toronto to drop off Zoe. We met up with Joe Bolton and Mara Soferinsky for a little before we headed home. I returned home to see Dudley!!!!!!! And my Majjj and Fajjj and Jeffrey. So many great times have led up to today since I’ve been home. I stayed at home that Saturday night chillz factoring at the Fajjj Mahal with a few of my boys. The next morning I headed up to East Lansing to my house to move some of my stuff back in. I went with my Majjj and Dudley. It was a lot of fun for Dudley who got to run around with our dogs that live next door Izzy and Jack. I came home that night to help Jeffrey run the door for his party at Clutch Cargos. It was a lot of fun and I even saw a few Tamakwans and good kids. Ran into my hockey enforcer Lee Feldman, and one of the greatest Jewish Baseball players of his generation, Jake Balbes I left that shin dig at 11ish and went home to factor before I passed out in preparation for a lunch with Renee the following morning and class at 4:10.

 

I am working on my entry for what I’ve been doing since school started and let me tell you the beginning of my senior year at college on Evergreen in East Lansing has been nothing short of brilliant. Thank you all for reading this and Shabbat Shalom. 

VAJJJSICLES

I'm eating a quick dinner right now at Wabora, a top 10 restaurant in Canada, with a group of great people. Max Smith, Zoe Kasiske, Mara Soferin, Hayley Greenspoon, Matt Orienstein, Athena Vegh, and Daniel Berman. I'm on my last day off for the summer of 2008 as a hockey director and counselor at Camp Tamakwa. Last night all of us stayed at Taboo, a resort in Graylin Hurst, which was beyond incredible. We all showed up ready to drink a lot of water and watch the Olympics. We did just that and saw Phelps win by 1 hundreth of a second to win his 7th gold medal and tie Mr. Spitzs record. The following morning I woke up and watched USA basketball push in Spains poo. Unreal on how good we are now. After the game I showered, we all checked out, and spent the rest of the day reaping the benefits of this resort. We all laid on the beach at the resortn went swimming with Mo and Smitty, hit up the Sauna, went in the hot tub, ate a chronz bonz lunch and soaked up some serious sun before heading to Wabora. The past few weeks since my last blog entry has been 100% E P I C in every sense of the word. The month of August has been one full of suprise and excitement. When I returned to camp on August 1st after my last day off on the 31st of July I found out that I was sued for How Howing myself. An evening program at camp and was in this case is a court made up of staff where anyone in camp can sue someone for something. Grace Kellie and Jon Franchi sued me. It was a no decision I came to find out. Michael Budman, one of the two owners of Roots, came to our shores with Olympian and world record holder in kayaking, Adam Van Gurden, to talk with our camp.After the talk there were a few kayak races with Adam and his olympian friend from Sweeden whom he brought. Michael Budman asked me to try and paddle in the professional kayak that Van Gurden used in front of the whole camp. I failed but it was a great experience. Staff hockey is still great, I've yet to lose a game this summer. Yesterday actually we played for the first time in a while. Our team won 16 to 12. I put in quite a few as our team showed a lot of heart to get the W. Hopefully we play again before the summer comes to an end next Saturday. So much has been happening on an Athletic scale for me in different sports lately. In a Staff Volleyball game I chased down a ball heading out on a deflection by one of my teammates. I flew into the benches where people were sitting watching, scratched up my leg, and ended up winning the point.People were going nutz but I have to admit it was a great play. I've hit a few more full court basketball shots. I use two hands opposed to one which every other person uses to get it there. I can't explain how I do it but I do.Vajjj. During the Can-Am staff softball game I hit a Home run to deep center. Jonah Raduns Silverstein also drilled one into the woods. We won the game a lot to a little. I went 4 for 4 with 4 RBIs, a pretty decent day from the plate. I won the ALL DAY event on the Mechanics team. I'm happy to inform those of you that A lot of great things are happening at camp for me. I'm now in Smittys Saab 9 3 headed back to camp. I'm listening to Love in this Club by Usher Beyonce and Lil Wayne, its the Booobery. The last week of camp is always sad but packed with excitement and spirit and of course Color War. I am about to lose service on my phone because I have AT&T and not Verizon in Algonquin Park, where camp is located. I return home to Bloomfield Hills next Saturday August 23rd. I will spend the night at home before heading up to East Lansing on Sunday for the last day of Welcome Week and to move in to college at my house on Evergreen in anticipation for my Senior Year at Michigan State University. I will be going up to EL with my majjj and Dudley. Should be a wild and crazy day. Besides that all else is well. I appreciate all of those who stay interested in my life. I still can't believe that I've had over 30000 hits on putinfenkell and I owe it to all of you. Thank you and Shabbat Shalom.

Fenkell with Buzzed Hair? It was my 21st Relax.

Unbelievable events leading up to today since my last post ladies and gentlemen. I now type to you and blog as a 21 year old man living in Algonquin Park Canada. For those of you who dont know I am a Hockey Director/Senior Counselor at Camp Tamakwa. I've been at camp since late June and return home on August 24th just in time for the last few special days of Welcome Week at Michigan State, my second home. When I last updated my blog roughly a week ago I spoke about the anticipation of my 21st Birthday and a few other impotrant upcoming events. Well they all happened and all were beyond exciting and successful in every sense of the word. When I returned back to the shores of South Tea, where camp is located I was informed that the senior girls dedicated their whole entire Fake Mini Colour War Break to me. Their theme was where will Michael Fenkell be in 30 years. The 4 occupations they envisioned me as were a Gym Teacher, Motivational Speaker, Superhero, and a ESPN commentator, I believe. I have yet to see their break because I was on Day off when it was perfromed in front of the whole camp but it was an honor that they would dedicate their whole break to me so thank you to all of you. The senior girls names I know include Erin Sachse, Aly Seel, Elana Folbe, Mallory Tyner, Aly Huff, Taylor Bronstine, Katie Dresner, Katie Robinson, Izzy Goldberg-Jessip, and Anna Eisenberg. Thank you to all of the beatuiful senior girls who I heard did a great job mocking and making fun of Fankle. That was the night I returned to camp, Thursday night. Friday was the last day for first month campers. It was an extremely sad day for me and my cabin because 8 out of my 14 campers headed home. The campers that returned home included Connor Schram (the only camper who achieved his High Award in Hockey), Jake Seel, Dylan Deitch, Jonah Adelman, Kravitsky, Jake Migdal (Howie Midgals cousin), and Ethan Beallor. I miss all of you guys tremendously. That night was beyond sad as I mentioned because over 50 percent of my stock was leaving throughout Saturday. Saturday was Visiting Day, in which campers parents and all others who want to visit come into camp and spend the day there with their children or friends. I was very fortunate that my fajjj made it to Tamakwa via plane to see me. He owed it to me considering he never came to see me in Barcelona when I was there for almost half a year. We had an outstanding time together as he met all my campers and their parents as well as a lot of his old friends at Tamakwa. He was a camper at Tamakwa in the late 60's and early 70's. His counselor at camp in 1972 was Chevy Chase, just some random information for you there. After all the parents left all staff went to Bonita, Michael Budman (the owner of Roots) cottage located within a boat ride distance away from camp. We spent the night there, had great food including the head chef from Webers cooking their famous burgers for us. It was a great night finished off perfectly by me as I came through in the clutch with a Greek Goddess. Sunday was a wierd day for me because it was the beginning of second month. This ultimately meant new co-counselors and new campers for Fankle. I was lucky to stay in the exact cabin I was in, Dickson Bonfield as well as getting Josh Freed and Matt Begley as new Co-Counselors. I sadly lost James Robinson to another cabin and was happy to remain co's with Josh Ketai. I gained 5 new campers including two first year campers from Israel. It was a fun fulfilled day in which I got to become accustomed to new kids and a new cabin aura. Monday the 28th, was a great day and a hectic day as well. I spent most of the day preparing for my bitrhday and was fortunate to start teaching hockey again and begin getting to know my kids better. The unfortunate note is that a Lice epidemic began in camp as basically 1 out of every 4 kids found out they had lice. A bunch of campers were told that they needed to shave their heads due to lice and were afraid of being embarrassed. So Smitty and I decided to be pioneers and shave our heads on my birthday so that the kids that needed to get their heads shaved wouldnt feel left out. So I currently sit at my friend Alexis Goldenbergs cottage in Gilford, Ontario with a buzzed haircut. I look great according to my inside sources but a lot like Jeffrey Fenkell. Back to late monday night now. As my birthday approached at midnight I organized a flip cup game at midnight to celebrate the birth of my 21st. We drank bug juice obviously because alcohol is prohibited in camp. The teams were Smitty, Jonah Radums Silverstein, Chad Gans, Michael Mudd, and myself vs. Michael Ran, Josh Forman, Chris Keating, Dan Berman, and Harry Snider. Our team lost both games as I was the anchor but lost both times before I was able to even drink out of my cup. Smitty, Matt Orienstein, and JRS gave me a great Bday card with a pack of Spitz Sunflower seeds and a Mens Health Magazine. I went to bed shortly there after in preparation for my great day. I woke up just before breakfast and made it down to eat. My campers made signs for me and the senior girls dedicated a cheer to me. It was a great feeling. It was a regular day though for me as I worked at hockey all day. I got my head buzzed later that day after dinner. That whole day was spent preapring for 16-under boys intercamp against Maintou at Maintou. I was coaching boys Basketball, Baseball and Hockey on Wednesday, the day after my 21st. The end of my day was not filled with hardcore drinking sadly and I got to sleep early to be prepared for a 7am wakeup, 2 hour drive to Maintou, and a day comprised of legit hard intense competition.

The day started off with boys baseball in which their umpire ligitimately cheated. He intentioanlly blew 5 calls, all important to the game. We lost that game 2-0. Basketball was sad as well as we lost that game. Going into the final sport played, Hockey, both camps won 4 sports. So the winner of Hockey decided the winner of Intercamp. We went down 1-0 early until our Captain Chad Schram went end to end and tied up the game with a beautiful snipe five hole. They went up shortly thereafter 2-1. Jake Fine, the games MVP, scored on a great backhand rebound to tie up the game. Connor Sakwa had a great steal and snipe to put us up 3-2 a few monutes later. It began to drizzle a little during the game which added a great effect to the game. With about 10 minutes left in the game Jake Fine once again put in another great goal to put us up 4-2. The game was called with about 6 mniutes left due to intense rain. We won the game 4-2 winning intercamp and of course in my eyes the most important sport, Hockey. What a great day that was and a great late birthday present from my boys. Our team included Chad Schram, Jake Silbert, Jake Fine, Zack Weinerman, Connor Sakwa, Evan Ketai, Mitchell Schecter, Justin Moss, Ben Aronovitz, and Brad Sucker. What a great team comprised of great attitudes and talent. Thank you to all of my players fro giving 110% that whole game. How How. Nuff Nuff. I returned back to camp in great spirits obviously and quickly changed before dinner. I left right after dinner yesterday on my day off and had a great night with some great people including Athena, the Greek Goddess. After a great sleep in and a good breakfast I sit on a computer finally to type a post. It feels great. Thank you to all those who shared their birthday wishes with me by phone or on facebook. I look foward to returning home August 24th. Dudley I love and miss you.

FANK the TANK on South Tea

The only way I can blog these days is on my Blackberry during my day off, so I'll do my best to continue updating although it does get frustrating typing on such a small keyboard. I'm in Smittys car right now headed from Toronto back to Algonquin Park. Just saw Dark Knight. Absolutely incredible performance by Heath Ledger.The movie sadly was not as good as Batman Begins but still a great movie. The drive to Algonquin will take about 3 hours, which ultimately means this entry will contain some serious depth and substance. A lot of e p I c stories and a ton of great moments have been had and must be shared. So here we go.....

My 16 and under Baseball team pulled off one of the more memorable comebacks of my coaching career. It even ranks amongst the best I've ever seen during Intercamp competition. Our All Star batting lineup was the following: At 1 was Evan Ketai who went 2 for 3 and had huge singles. Hitting second was Max Unger who had a solid day at the plate. Lee Feldman hit 3rd and hit in 4. Huuuge day. Chad Schram had a few big hits at cleanup. He even played through injury. Great day for Chad. 5 was Mitchell Schecter who had a huge hit during our comeback 5 run 4th inning. Darren Weiss hit 6. He had the timely leadoff hit to start off the 4th inning. Danny Freed hit 7 and pitched extremely well. Jake Fine hit 8th and also had timely hits. Our 9th was a strategy hitter. Matt Rosenfeld, who was one of our better hitters. He played great as well. Our squad was down early 4 to 0. Lee Feldman stepped up in the 3rd. Our team had the bases loaded and was in desperate need of a hit. Lee hit a line drive triple that knicked in 3. Manitou ended up scoring 2 more putting us behind 3 runs 6-3. Our last official at bat was a 5 run ralley. We closed them out with a guy on 2nd and 3rd two outs. Couldda gotten ugly had we blown the lead but a nice pop out fly secured our win and legendary comeback. My hockey squad however did not fare so well as we faltered and lost 5-2. But what a day. Ohh yea our basketball team won in OT 31-30, which was unreal to witness.

Intercamp was on Wednesday. Jumping a few days now gets us to Friday. My cabin, Ranger 6, had the honor to hold Friday Night Services on the slope. What this entails is to speak in front of the whole camp about a topic you choose. We chose to talk about what things make us happy in life. My 12 year old boys wrote great speeches. I had a pretty good one myself. My speech included a top 10 rundown of my most favorite things in life that make me happy. I'll tell you them real quickly. At 10 is Sour Candy. 9 is a nice weight lifting session followed by a schfitz and steam at Knollwood. 8 is looking in the mirror. 7 is . 6 is Taco Bell. 5 is one handed pushups. 4 is watching ESPN Top 10 plays, turning off the volume, and practicing commentating. 3 is when hard work in school or life in general pays off. 2 is the anticipation of taking a girl out on a date for the first time. Number 1 was a tie between my Grandpa Morrie and Dudley. My Hobbie Hub Part 3 was soon after the Service. Quite a few people showed up for my Hub which was located on the Bottom of the Slope. Great Friday night.
Fast fowarding now to later that night brings us into the Boys Biffy where I was showering after Taps, which is when all campers go to their cabins for the night. Halfway during my shower I hear a familiar voice screaming my name. Within a few short seconds I opened the shower curtain only to see Mr. Dustin Wachles. What a suprise to see Sky who was accompanied by Seth Rogers and Matthew Budman. Also on the shores that night was Josh Diamond. They were all staying at Bonita, the Budmans cottage right next to camp. They visited that night to say hi to everyone. Their real reason at camp though was to play against our Staff Hockey Team. We all chilled in Vic's cabin, the owner of Camp Tamakwa. We reminisced and spoke about our current lives. Great hour or so talk we had that night. Matt Ran and I drove them back to Budmans cottage shortly there after on the pointer. I passed out immediately after in anticipation and preparation for Saturdays Showdown on the Platforum. Pushing to lunch on Saturday takes us to the Ballfield where an outdoor lunch was taking place. Hot Dogs and Burgers were being served alongside the Baseball field where the whole camp ate and watched my 16 and under Boys Baseball team play Head Staff. Sam Brickman, my other coach, and I played for the 16 and under team. We ended up winning 2-1 on a poor base running effort by Matt Ran for Head Staffs team. I went 1 for 2 with a ground rule double. It was a great win and a testiment to the talent and depth of our roster. Immediately after the baseball game was our Highly talked about Hockey game against my boys. The teams were Rogers, SkyWachler, Budman, JD, and Josh Forman against Vic, Craig, Len, Matt Ran, and myself. It was obvious before the game that they had more depth than us but I felt that if I played a flawless game we could legitimately pull off the upset. So here our team is down 9-4 to them somewhat early on. Within about 10 minutes I legitimatelly accounted for the next 6 goals putting us up 10-9. There were a few spectators there. Almost forgot to mention Michael Wolf, who came up with my boys. He was there the night before as well and was at the rink but not playing in the game. After we went up one a water break was called. The second half went well until the end as we lost 14-12. Their overall youth outlasted ours as they took control at the end. I gave everything I had as I didn't come off the rink basically the whole game. All in all it was an outstanding game that took me back to my younger years as I played alongside all my boys on South Tea once more.

Sunday was an epic day. Orienstein, the Landsports and basketball director and myself held the official opening of Club Platforum. Basically what that means is that we pretended that the Platforum was a night club. We had a list that my CIT and Bodyguard that day Lee Feldman had. The kids had to dress up in a collared shirt. My staff Ben Klein and Isaac Lax were the servers. The walked around with cups of water on goalie blockers serving them to the kids, talking like it was a real club. We all dressed up nicely as club owners. It lasted the first 3 periods of the day. Very fun idea it turned out to be.

Monday was very solid as it was cookout day. We get to sleep in and get brunch before our cabins head to destinations located around our camp to go on cookout. That was very relaxing as our cabin didn't have to canoe and got driven on Marge the Barge to Adventure South. We got back into camp at 8ish and all met up as a camp at the Beachers next to the swim docks. This was the site of Chief o Chief, a long lasting tradition where the owner of camp, Vic in this case, holds story time where we share stories about our day. We talk about interesting wildlife we see in the park that day followed by competitions amongst audience members. I actually participated by challenging the strongest kid in our camp, Michael Mudd a Rugby player from the UK listed at 6 foot 205 pounds. We arm wrestled on both our right and left arms as I am a lefty and he is a righty. I gave great efforts on both arms but unfortunately lost both. I will get my rematch again against him but its gonna take strategic preparation.

Yesterday, Tuesday July 22nd, a week from my 21st Bday, was a great day. I had a nice gourmet breakfast followed by a nice lunch. After lunch was a meeting for the JT, or junior tamakwans, Triathalon. My job for that event was as the MC at the bottom of the slope and commentate on the campers involved and intrigue the rest of the campers who weren't involved. I did a great job I feel asking questions and playing sports trivia with the crowd. After dinner I left camp to go on my final day off for first month. I drove with Smitty alongside Matty Orienstein and Judd Fischer. We went to Toronto to get dinner with Matts mom and then see Dark Knight today before heading back up to camp which I currently am doing as I type this entry. Unreal dinner we had at The Avenue located at the Hazelton Hotel. I had dinner with Matts father, Johnny, a great guy who was kind enough to pay for my dinner. Smitty, Matt obviously, and Andrew Metrick a past Tamawkan and solid character, also joined in. Matts majjj was there as well. I can't describe how sick the bar was and how much fun I truly had. I spent that night at Matts grandparents. This morning I had scrambled eggs, bagels creamcheese and locks and Tropicana Orange Juice. Delicious. After breakfast I showered and went to visit Metrick at his pad. After that I went to see Dark Knight with Smitty and Orienstein which leads all of you to now 7 pm on Wednesday July 23rd, 2008.

Visiting day is this upcoming Saturday. My fajjj is coming to visit. I look foward to seeing him. I hope you all enjoyed the entry. Much love. NUFF NUFF.

TAMAKWA

So here I am laying in my hotel room on my beyond legit king size bed at the Deerhurst Resort in Huntsville, Ontario. Many incredible things have happened and are currently happening at camp Tamakwa the place where I chillz factor in Algonquin Park. For those of you who don't know, this is my 9th summer at Tamakwa and second as a Staff member. My adventure in Algonquin began on a great note when I was granted my lifelong dream as the Hockey Director. I was also extremely fortunate to get the best cabin in camp with the best possible campers. I do apologize to all my fans out there for the delay with updating my blog but the one computer in camp is always being occupied by others and when I do get a chance to type, its only for 5 minutes or so. Since my return to the shores on South Tea Lake, I have been involved with many great people and many new great opportunities. Because I run the hockey program I am in charge of a few great people. My staff includes the Moss brothers Josh and Justin, both of whom are great kids, as well as two boss' from the UK Tom and Chris. The boys section head, Jeff Avegian, is one of the greatest guys at camp and is a huge part of my success and happiness at camp this year. He is also my goaltender for the staff hockey games every day at rest hour. The staff hockey teams include great all around talent. On my teamn, are both owners of camp Vic Norris and Craig Perlmutter as well as Len Giblin/Weiss the head of our tripping program, Matt Ran, Mr. Avegian and myself against Tom and Chris (the Brits), Gary aka the Unca Lou special, Chad Schram, Tyler Fish, and Josh Moss in net. Our games are usually very intense and competitive but I have to admit that our squad has gotten the upper hand as we are currently 5-0 vs them. Pure and Epic moments complimented by great talent is constantly displayed at both ends of the rink but my teams age, experience, and wisdom has proven to be the outlying difference in the series. Staff hockey is my pride and joy every day and undoubtedly is for all those involved. Moving on here though...Fankle is the head coach of both the boys 12 and 16 and under hockey and baseball teams. These teams compete against other camps at a very high level which obviously excites the hell out of me as I am known to be a decent competitor. When I was a camper 20 years ago, the one and most important day to me was intercamp. So far our 12 and under teams played Camp Manitou at their place and had a pretty decent showing. Our baseball team tied 1 to 1 and my hockey team lost 8 to 7 in a game for the ages. I must admit though that I am extremely proud of my boys who gave a great effort during every play and every shift. This upcoming Wednesday is our 16 and under intercamp against Camp Manitou at our place which should serve to be an epic day of pure solid intense vigorous competition.
I spend most of my days training and working out on the rink and the basketball court known as the Platforum with my wonderful counterparts, most notably the Landsports Director Matt Orenstein who is a very young good looking single disease free gentlemen with a great set of chizzled arms. No I'm not physically attracted to him but he is a great guy and I owe him the respect as he did outlast me in the Beep test, a test of endurance and stamina. Other great events that have happened thus far include me being chosen as Chief South for Tamagama, continuing my Hobbie Hubs on Friday Nights at the bottom of the slope as I tell my life story to roughly 100 kids who enjoy and appreciate my zest and positivity towards life, and the most important of all....the game I invented one night during staff rec, which is the part of the night where all campers are sleeping and the staff get to hang out and chillz factor. It all started as I began kicking an empty water bottle into an empty crate about 15 feet away. I had no initial intention to stirr up the kind of following and crowd that eventually ensued but I have been known to do big things in small places so here I was with one or two people laughing at me as I relentlessly tried kicking the bottle into a crate, failing repeatedly. Within about 10 mintues a few people began watching me and even participating, trying to kick and land the bottle into the crate. After another 10 minutes of coming close another 20 people joined the action and began watching and cheering. I must point out that Avegian did come up with the idea to angle the crate at a 91.5 degree angle to add more suspense and toughness to the game. I'll jump another 20 minutes now where one who attended that night would witness every staff member either standing in line to kick the bottle or surrounding the crate waiting and anticipating someone, most notably myself, to accomplish the feat and land the bottle into the crate. My boy Max Charles Levine-Poch aka Boathouse kicked it in the crate but it bounced right out which obviously stirred up the audience. I came extremely close a few times but never made it. Then finally, after about an hour my boy Harry Snider stepped up to the tape marked on the floor with the letter X, where the bottle softly rested upon. A soft and slow clap began as he approached the bottle and with one swift boot he landed the bottle perfectly in the crate. A huge roar and tussle ensued as everyone erupted in joy and laughter. Never in the history of Staff Rec do I believe any single game or event has involved and entertained all staff like it did that night. That is all the time I have for now but I will coninue to keep all of you updated on my life at camp. Nuff nuff? Vajjj

Tamakwa y Wolf Graduation y Eagle

So I have quite a bit to say right now. A lot of big things are going down. All at the samw time. When it rains it Fenkells. Last night was just a wild time. I started my glorious afternoon chilling on Sarah Huttons boat on Pine Lake. I was with Matt Ran, Hutton, Zaret, Jordan Sherman and co. Rozzwell and Friedman. Sun was blazing, so was I. I ended up chillen on the boat for an hour or so. I bounced back to Lipsons house to get ready to go hit 9 holes up at Pontiac Country Club. I played pretty consistent the past week or so putting up almost 3 eagles in 7 days! I got 2 which is still incredible considering I only had 1 lifetime. Shot a 41 to finish off the 9. I was happy because I ended up getting my only birdie on my last hole.

After Golf I immediately headed back to Rozzwells to get my car and pick up Howard Migdal in preparation for Michael Wolf's Graduation Party. I showed up at Wolfs house at around 7:15ish only to find out that everyone plus your sister was there. Saw so many great kids that I hadn't seen in such a long time. Its great to see some faces that become distant memory at some points. I was only able to spend an hour there before I headed home to shower as quick as I could, get dressed, and head to The Royal Oak Music Theatre for Evan Ketai's Bar Mitzvah. I got in and out, flew to Royal Oak and got to the Bar Mitzvah at 9:30.

The Bar Mitzvah hosted many Tamakwans and many solid people. I let valet take my car and walked in. Theres Max Deuce2K8 Smitty. Got a few drinks and walked upstairs only to be bombarded with young Tamakwans. Saw Connor Sakwa, The Ketais obviously, Andrew Luckoff, just some great kids. From there on out I was in the zone. Saw Plooomar Guppp Guppp Amaechi and the whole Pomish Family. Was Dancing to some Teddy Pizzer.

I left the Bar Mitzvah at 11:30 and hit Wolfs back up. A lot of the kids were still there drinking doing big things. Towards the end up the party Anna Sack was trying to slide across the floor and spilled and spilled her drink everywhere. I was watching it with Rogers and some kids. Great shit. Got a picture of her getting help gettng up. She was obviously ok and not hurt. I left Wolfs at 1:30am and made my way over to Bellos house. He was leaving the next morning (aka today), for Camp Walden so it was imperative that I say bye. Kresch was there. We all factored. I came home and passed out. Had a great dream, which is only beneficial to cap off a successful night.

The past week of my life in the golfing world has been compared to Tigers current peroformance in Round 3 of the US Open at Torrey Pines. I got 2 eagles. Once at Knollwood during the Mens League Thursday nights with Jerry Minkin and once at Glen Oaks with Lipson and Mark Monair. I missed a 4 foot putt 3 days ago to cap off 3 in a week but it lipped out on number 3 at Knollwood.

Tamakwa starts in less than 2 weeks. I am beyond psyched. I want to be the Hockey Director so bad. Hopefully I get that specific job. It would be incredible. My fajjj is about to be home. Big day for Bobby. Much love to all.

DUDLEY FENKELL's NEW WEBSITE

Only great things have been achieved since I've stepped foot back in America. Purity. E P I C. Vajjj. Chillz Factoring. All the necessary ingredients to become successful in any facet of life. I have been in my two classes now for a while. Had a few Schwagggles McGee quizzes that I did well on. Been playing Basketball every other day at my boy Michael Silvermans house, as well as some late night action at Kaufman's indoor court. Been hitting the weight room pretty hard as well. Only 364 days till next years hockey tryouts.

Dudley is looking absolutely incredible people. He went from 63 to 43 pounds. He is my true inspriation when I step foot in the weight room. Although, my fajjj is looking pretty steller himself in that department. He's curently in Hilton Head. For all 25,000 or so Dudley fans out there I am thrilled to inform you that Duds is starting his own website. It is called, according to Duds Factor himself, www.HowToTakeADuds.net. It should be up and running shortly. This site will include Dudley's daily scheduled activities. This could include autograph signing sessions for underprivileged dogs, to when he gets groomed and bathed.

I am currently waiting eagerly to hear back on a very important decision that will affect my overall summer plans. I want to be a Tuff Beaver this summer and work at Camp Tamakwa. I will hopefully find out this week. The simple thought of being back in South Tea for 2 months just fills my heart with pleasure and joy. I would look foward to spreading more Fenkelleryageage globally on a more consistent and purer scale. Kanye West concert is this Thursday. I am going with some solid kids. Probably going to take the limo there to illustrate how I do big things in small places. All else is well on the home-front. Ill keep you updated don't worry. New fresh lingo is approaching, I can feel it. You know what it is.

Wow. Crazy Night.

So on May 10th, 2008 my night was absolutely wild. It all began at around 3pm when I met up with Bello, Lanyi, and Gordon to play 9 holes at Copper Creek Golf Course. We had a little wager in a 2 on 2 battle playing high low. It all came down to the last hole in which Lanyi and Bello each missed 3 putts from inside 3 feet, pretty humorous stuff. The ESPN commentators who were there were hysterically laughing at the lack of talent out there but Fankle played real well. Im on hole 5, when I recieve a call from Andy "Teddy Painderassdown" Hiller inviting me to go to Game 2 of the Wings Stars Western Conference Championship game at the Joe. By the time I finished my round I had to rush home to meet Andy at my crib in Wabeek and fly to the Joe. We arrived with 5 minutes left in the 1st intermission. Wings were up 2-1. I sat in Section 110 Row 8, so the seats were absolutely incredible, $200 face value per ticket. The game ended up 2-1 so I didn't see any goals but a win is a win. Between the second and third period I got to see a lot of faces I haven't seen in over half a year. From the game we drove to Small Plates in Royal Oak for Wachlers 21st Birthday dinner. The dinner was outstanding, a lot of factory members attended. I gave a toast. From there we went to Dick O Dows in Birmingham. After a 30 minute session there I drove back to Rogers place in Franklin. An hour later Lanyi picked me up and took me home. A lot of the story was left out due to reasons I cannot explain but if you add 3 and divide by 4, you'll know what I mean. Vajjjery. Nuff Nuff.
Just got a new Blackberry Curve. I dont have any numbers or anything. My pin is 244d7d78.

Back to Normalmente

So I've been home for a little over a week now and have encountered new feelings and new environments. I am currently living in a condo that we moved into the day I left for Barcelona and just recently had a scare involving my Uncle Steve who has been in the hospital the past few days. He is healthy now though thank god. I just started my two classes that are on Monday and Wednesday for the next 7 weeks. I am takign a Media Writing and Advertising class, both which are necessary requirements for my Public Relations Specialization. Ive been playing basketball almost every day mixing in a little golf as well. Im trying to get back into tip top shape for the summer as well as for myself. Michigan's weather is as inconsistent as the Detroit Tigers currently, which is beyond upsetting. I've seen a good amount of my friends that I hadn't seen in over 5 months. It's a great feeling seeing those who you spent so much time with prior to studying abroad. Dudley Fenkell is currently sitting under me as I type this. He lost almost 20 pounds and looks like a brand new Fenkell. He is licking my foot which is not straighites but he does as he wants and thats the bottom line cause Dud-Ley said so. I love and adore him as you can tell. I will continuously keep this blog as well as my website updated with new stuff going on. I will also try to keep it as entertaining as possible. I know I'm not in Europe anymore but I can still do big things in small places here in America. I hope that all is well with everyone who enjoys reading my blog and site. Spreading Fenkelleryageage globally was a success. From Egypt to Ireland to Czech Republic to Italy shits spreading like Outbreak. Much love to all.

AMERICA

Wow people. Quite an incredible life altering trip in Barcelona. But now I'm back in Bloomfield Hills doing very big things. Since my arrival on Monday night I've spent a lot of time in the gym as well as enjoying the luxuries of life. These things include steaming, eating America food, and being with my family. Dudley is currently 42 pounds down from 61. He looks absolutely gorgeous. I will be finishing up my trip to Switzerland, Spring break, Prague, and Italy within time. I've just been real busy signing autographs and factoring. Much love to everyone. 

Fenkell + David Banner = Florence Factoring

Just got back from Club Maracana with Sky. David Banner was performing at the club which was incredible. Once we got to the club we sat down at our VIP table and began anticipating Banner. Within a few short minutes Banners boys came out and started singing some poop schwaggles. After a five minute delay or so of the schwaggs out came David. He is absolutely jacked and not too good looking but regardless he knows how to be like, "A pimp gets down on the floor." He ventured off the stage shortly there after and ended up next to our booth. Sweating, dripping champagne, and surely monstorous he approached our booth. My boy Mike Klutchin was dancing on top of the VIP booth and soon found himself next to the ginormous monster. Banner proceeded to pour champagne down his throat and asked him to take his shirt off. With no hesitiation off came Klutch's shirt. He danced next to Banner for a minute before he walked off. I got to shake his hand. Regardless though, Klutch's performance was and is one of the single greatest things I've seen abroad or for that matter in general. I sat and watched Klutch basically get hit on by David Banner. The rest of the night is not really comparable to that but I really enjoyed the guy to girl ratio and enjoyed the bouncer who ashed a cigarette on my fucking hand. I sit here on my boy Weitz's bed about to pass out. I head back to Rome tomorrow morning, looking foward to another few great nights out before returning to Barcelona on Saturday for a few days. Soon after as in cinco de Mayo, or Monday May 5th, I head back to America to see Dudley Fenkell and the rest of my family whom I haven't seen in over 5 months. Nuff Nuff. Vajjj factory.

Italy Chillz Factoring con Sky

So I sit in my apartment now minus Coop Roll Up, Smook By the Foot, and Shashu. Then there were 2. Sky and myself are in the apt all by ourselves. Im brainstorming, pondering just reminiscing all the incredible life long memories I shared with so many new people that I met here abroad. Its sad when you think about it but then it hits me that I accomplished my goal here. Network and spread Fenkelleryageage. So many people now understand my purpose behind my lingo and behind me in general. I started PutinFenkell with the intention of sharing my moments abroad with my family and friends. Now I look at the site and I see over 20,000 hits in just over 4 months. Yes, it is crazy but trust me I don't let it get to my head because like Kat Williams says in his Pimp Chronicles Part 1, "I only mess with ******* who keep getting better and better and better". This is exactly what I am trying to do.

I leave in 5 hours for Rome and Florence and maybe Sicily or Venice depending on how Wachler and I feel while were there. I've yet to visit Italy and I'm told by many who have visited there that it's wild and that I have my work cut out for me in my conquest of spreading Fenkelleryageage globally.

Last night at Pacha was absolutely insane. We showed up there at like 3am a little late but still able to get into the VIP. Again, we got JD an Coca Cola. It wasn't as packed as usual due to the departure of many CEA students headed back to America. Still though, many good kids showed up for one last hurrah. Jordan Klieman was even there. I mean seeing a sibling there only made me upset that Joel nor Jeffrey made it but then again it ain't cheap coming out here. We stayed at Pacha till closing at like 7am. From there we ventured off to Hotel Arts with the intent of eating their outstanding breakfast. I went with Snate, Fanyi, and Sha. We arrived at the Arts only to find out that they had a rule change regarding those who are not guest eating there. I sat and spoke to their manager for 10 mniutes regarding my displeasure with this decision considering the fact that I've eaten there a few times already and that its my last night to eat there. It didn't work. So we came back to our apt and I passed out at roughly 10am. I woke up today at 9pm. Took my luggage over to our boys place to store it there while I'm gone in Italy. I arrive back here in Barcelona next Saturday and leave the following Monday.

I will do my best to update my trip to Italy and what I'm doing there. I really appreciate all those who support me and give a shit about what I have to say. Please keep up the good work and remember that I'm not the only one who can spread Fenkelleryageage. Chillz Factory members or just people in general, I mean it can't hurt.

I'll keep doing big things in small places.

Closing times open all the doors..

As I sit at my boy Shashu's computer I'm forced to ask myself three questions. First of all, why the hell am I using Sha's computer. Well, it fucking stopped working a few months ago which also explains why I havent been able to write/update as much as I have wanted to. Second question, why am I feeling 50 50 about leaving Spain and going back to America May 5th. Well, most importantly I get to see Dudley, and my fajjj, majjj, and recent 18 year old brother as of April 23rd, 2008, Jeffrey Fenkell, I've got the new Blackberry Curve waiting for me at home, I also have to ability to order a Spicy Crunch Wrap Supreme and a Cheesy Gordita Crunch whenever I want. Last question, why can't I find a girl who apprecaites Craig? Well theres no answer to that but hopefully someday I'll find one.

I am currently sitting on my couch for one of the last times. Yeah its a sad situation that I am going home but its just another stage of my life and one always needs to move foward and keep gettin better and better and better. One important note. Enjoy your god damn life.

I live a very tough one. Rome/Florence on Sunday. Ohhhhh dear..

I will have a post before I head to Rome and Florence by tomorrow.

Tuff Beavers 4 Life

PACHA FACTORING sounds pretty E P I C to ME

Rough night. Went out to one of the craziest night clubs I've ever had a celebrity appearance at. Spent the night in the VIP. Wasted a good amount of money on 3 bottles. Some Tequila, Vodka, and JD. As a JD fan I have to admit that I did get my fair share but not 55 euros worth. Some true legends were in town for the weekend. Employee of the month Brendan Weitz, Jared "Gafas De Sol" Siegel, Mike Klutch, and some others. 

FYI the Detroit Lions Soccer Team comprised of Romanof, Larry, Donny, Sky, Shashu, Fanyi, and myself lost in the finals. We gave a great effort though. We got a nice size trophy which sits on a mantle in our living room in the apt. Not only did we pop champagne on the pitch and drink out of the trophy but we had a ton of fans there taking pictures and spreading the Lion roar. Great season, great fun, E P I C. 

Back to Pacha now. I met a few really sexy girls that I enjoyed dancing with and holding hands. DJ played solid music throughout the night. I showed up at Pacha around 2am. From the VIP entrance one must walk down a stairwell. Whenever I walk down stairs in general I always hold onto the bars or railing. Before I knew it I found myself with black paint all over my fucking hands. Definately upset but you live and you learn. Didn't hear any Craig David from the DJ also upsetting. When I left the club I got a shirt compliments of Wachler and Associates. I took a cab back with my boy Sagr. Great story to go along with that though. When we entered the cab the driver said something in Spanish that rhymed. Once I heard that I jokingly kept rhyming in English to it. Within five seconds Sagr started dropping a beat. The cab driver looked behind at us with a halarious look on his face. We ended up doing this the whole 15 minute cab ride home. Once we arrived at my apt I passed out faster than Michael Johnson ran the 100 yard dash in the mid 90's. 

I just booked my flight to Rome. I will be headed to Rome on Sunday the 27th of April, spending sunday night in Rome. Monday through Thursday I'll be in Florence. Friday through Sunday back in Rome. Flying back to Barcelona on Sunday spending two more nights in Barcelona in a nice hotel with Sky. Tuesday May 5th, Fenkell will be headed back to America. I will be seeing my families new condo for the first time. The day I left to come to Barcelona my family was moving out of our house. Should be nutty. Nuff Nuff. 

Chronz Bonz.com

Beautiful Thursday night in Barcelona. Last night my futbol team, The Lions, played in the Semi-Finals against a solid squad whom we already lost our only game to. Came out strong. Had the first three goals. It was tied 3-3 at half. We won 5-3. Headed to the finals next Wednesday. I'm sporting the playoff beard the best of my abilities. I went out last night to Romanof place to pre-game and celebrate our W. Ended up at Otto Zutz for a spectacular night out. Came back to my place and passed out. Im pretty sore today but its all in good fun. Tongiht is a big night on TV in the Sports world. Masters, Red Wings, Frozen Four, and the Tigers. Come on people life is looking good right now. Now just if the stock market would do something. I will keep posting some great stories. Im doing my best to write about past trips but I'm very busy with school here. Yes I do do work but only when I'm Fenkell on weekdays. 

Beethovens 5th Symphony

Monday night: Known as the Blackout night here in Barcelona. I ventured off to a brand new club with Fanyi and Sky called Beethoven. Pre-gamed at my place with Smook and co. Drank some Johnnie Walker Black Label with Coca Cola and some Vodka. Got pretty fucked up before I headed out. Shashu prepared a meal for me earlier today. Nice pasta with some lamb and french fries. Emeral fucking Elias. Opening day for the Tigers as well today. Opening day is just a beautiful feeling especially when one who knows the game of baseball goes through our lineup. We lost to Kansas City 5-4 in extras, kind of ridiculous. I have a new section coming up, its called Random Stories, and will entail stories from throughout my life basically that just stick out. I also will be finishing up on my number 5 all time individual athletic performance. I look foward to traveling this upcoming Friday to Prague, Czech Republic. Should be E P I C.  Much love to every1.

CLUB PACHA

Chillz Factoring on my couch with Smook by the Foot listening to Usher- Love in this Club. Tonight is honestly shaping out to be one for the ages. Just got some Eristoff Vodka for the pre-game at Elrod.coms place. After the pre=game were off to what most consider the sickest club in Barcelona, Club Pacha. Last week Vince Young showed up and took pictures with my boy Shashu. I was in the Canary Islands for spring break or else I wouldda been all over his nuts. My favorite club here is Opium, where I was last night. Pacha is the Paladium of Acapulco or even better the Club Holywood of Bloomfield Hills. Besides that I look into the near future. I only have 5 weeks left here in Barcelona so best believe I'll be going all out like Evgeni Malkin has since Crosby's injury. I love and miss all of those who care enough about me to stay updated on when how and where to putinfenkell. Great new song by Wiz Khalifa called Say Yeah. Thats all i got for now but there are big things coming.

We Be Up In The Club

Just woke up from another wild night in Barcelona. Went to the club Otto Zutz. Spent the night chillzing behind the DJ booth with DJ King Kong, in the VIP factoring with a few bottles of overpriced tequila, and breaking up fights. CF1 and CF 2 were in full force again taking home biddies back to their apt's. A shower and tip drill later we were back at our place on Villadomat y Gran Via. I suprisingly got pretty fucked up last night in Otto but its all for the kids, or at least that's what I was told at Tamakwa. On that same note, Algonquin Park is an option of mine for this summer second month. SkyWachler is also interested in a possible Algonquin August. Today is Thurday, Sky just did my Spanish homework and im watching Master Flash do what he does best, factor on the couch con J'Ski. Looking foward to another crazy night at Club Opium. Big things are happening here and I'm just going along for the ride. I return home May 5th in case any of you were wondering, and I cant express my excitement for another crazy E P I C summer in the hills of Bloomfield.

Chillzing in the South of Spain con Wachlers

My little trip throughout Spain could not have been a more accommodating one. I traveled to many cities with one of the more outgoing wild families in Michigan, the Wachler’s. It was a beautiful Thursday, as I browsed outside my Spanish classroom in the CEA Main Building. It was 6:30pm and I was anticipating my departure to Granada within the next hour or so. As I got up to leave the classroom early something hit me. No not a paper airplane thrown by JJ, but a tingly feeling. A feeling that this weekend was going to offer something I was looking for. Something I needed. Something I wanted. This feeling was all due to the excitement I had built up in regards to my future encounter with the Wachlers. I took the subway back to my apartment where SkyWachler was waiting for me. We immediately took a little hit of Pooo and hit up a cab to the airport. When we arrived at the airport we had a 10 minute free-time period. We decided to spend it taking down some JD and Coke. Great decision that was.
Our flight to Granada was roughly an hour or so. We arrived at the airport to greet my fans as usual and find a cab to the Palacio de Santa Paula. This hotel was absolutely incredible. It is a 5 Star AC Hotel. We walked into the 5 Star finding comparisons to a Castle like structure. We moved into our room, and there stood small 5’7 Jordan Wachler with a J’Ski. We immediately threw on our robes and headed downstairs for a nice little J/Lift/Steam session. We sat outside and enjoyed beautiful scenery and a nice tight rolled J’Ski. After the sesh we went to the weight room for an intense 20 minutes. I spent those 20 minutes doing dumbbells and upper body lifts. After JWalk, SkyWach, and myself lifted we realized it was that time. We entered the Steam Room with high hopes that the steam was going to fulfill all of our desires and needs. After our showers in preparation for the steam we entered. It began just a bit too cold so we went back to lift for another 5 minutes or so and re-entered the steam. After a half hour or so of pure steam and pore cleaning we left the steam, showered again and went back upstairs.
We woke up the next morning, got a quick breakfast, and headed out for a nice tour of Granada. J Walk was feeling a little sick so he stayed behind. Sky, his majjj and fajj, and Fankle went on a beautiful tour of Alhambra. This geometric masterpiece was filled with mathematically perfected buildings and structures. After we walked through, with our annoying tour guide, we departed back to the hotel to check-out. We picked up our rental car and drove to Marbella. Marbella is overwhelming when you first se it because it is encompassed with beaches and stores. It reminded me a lot of San Diego. After we spent time there we drove to our next hotel in Ronda, Spain called the Guadalupe. This hotel was located on top of an extravagant gorge, which made Gillian look even shorter (You can see pictures of this trip in my Photo Gallery). We checked into the hotel after a crazy car ride which featured Drew (Sky’s Fajj), stalling out a few times in the midst of on coming traffic. Pretty hilarious situations we found ourselves in there. As we arrived we saw the golden arches, which is not a good thing because we ate there twice a day. We put our bags in our hotel rooms and ventured out. J and I passed out while D went out to dinner with LTW. Sky came back from dinner with McDonalds for both J and I. Within 5 minutes the Wachler brothers were arguing as usual and in eachothers faces. Our balcony was located right in front of our bed and was utilized in this situation by D perfectly. During the argument concerning who got what from MikkyD’s Sky proceeded to fake throw J’s Big Mac over the balcony. JWalk, who really believed Sky threw it, went ape shit and almost threw Sky over the balcony with it. After a minute of intense heat Sky showed the BigMac and all was fine. We passed out for the night after our McDonalds.
We woke up the next morning ready for a crazy hike down the gorge. JWalk was still sick so it was the usual Final Four. Sky, LTW, PapaWach, and myself. After a dangerous but enjoyable two hours of descending down the gorge we arrived back in the hotel. A short 20 minutes later we were off again into the city. Our first stop was at a bullfighting ring. This is where I took some E P I C pictures and got to run out into the ring. We followed this by watching JWalk purchase an air-soft AK-47 machine gun, and enough bullets to take on every matador in town from Armeria Self Deportes. We walked back to our hotel after this gun purchase with high hopes of sniping cattle. Once J’s rents saw the gun they freaked out and told JWalk that he was simply a putz. That gun was never shot, and left under the bed in our hotel room the next day. Great purchase that was J. We mingled our way back into the middle of Ronda to go shopping and eat. We shopped for a few hours, bought some great clothing, I pulled off my incredible basketball move to a local Rondian, and got some more McDonalds. Later that night, our last night, we got dinner at Duquesa de Parcent. A few bottles of Creacion Conrad Solean 2004/05 later we were louder than the Gaza and eating up every piece of food in sight. I do eat a lot people but in comparison to J and Sky it is simply a joke and a third.
The next day begain with an almost devastating event. Sky, while cleansing himself, had the glass shower door fall on him, knockin him to the ground. Thank god everyone was okay, but LTW, after seeing a pregnant lady in the lobby, went what we like to call apeshit on a few people speaking very little English. Anyway following a beautiful, gorge view, continental breakfast, we once again packed the car for another drive through Espana. This time we were off to Sevilla. Yes, the home of Benjamin Gordon but No, he was in Switzerland with SpeHill, Andy “PowerCouple” Hiller, and some other flags. Throughout the 2 hour or so drive, Sky and I expressed our desire to get in a round of golf before our 6pm flight back to Barca. The rest of the fam (yes I am a part of it) disregarded our wishes as they had a train to Madrid at 2pm, and wanted some time with their boys. Of course, DWach said fuck that and LTW called Xavier (their full-time helper/guide). Xavier said no chance, given the short notice and the popular Sunday afternoon timing, only to call back an hour later with 4 words: Club Zaudin de Golf. Vajjj.
After saying goodbye to JWalk, PapaWach, and LT, Sky and I hoped in a cab. Within an hour we were on the first tee. We had exactly 3 hours to be at the airport. To our surprise it rained in Sevilla the day before so the course wasn’t allowing golf carts on the course. This lackofgolfcarting.com made a dramatic difference in our time constraints so we had to keep it pushing out there on the course. After 5 holes we were tied. Now to those of you who know about my golfing skills, SkyWachlers golfing skills, and how many times Sky has ever beaten me in golf which according to espn@fenkellvs.TheSky.com is 0. Going into the 6th hole I was a little upset because I had missed a few putts through the day. So I picked it up the next two holes and won them by my solid short game. Moving now to the green at the 8th hole, Sky had a 2nd shot to about 8 feet, I unfortunately had a bad short chip on the green leaving myself with a 15 footer. Ultimately meaning that Sky had a chance to win the hole and take it to the 9th. I missed my putt tapped in, and left Sky with a chanceofthecentury.org. His putt had a chance but it rimmed out. Tough loss for Sky, but a usual against Fenkell. We finished 9, got changed out of our Golfing attire, got a beer, and hit a cab to the aeroporto. We made good timing and arrived safely back in Barcelona at 8 PM. Great trip, great memories, and a “How How” to the Wachler family for having me be apart of such a fun trip.