JERSEY MIKE'S! JERSEY MIKE'S! JERSEY MIKE'S!!!

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Surely you've heard of the book "The Secret" written by prophetess Rhonda Byrne. The book has been featured on Oprah, Ellen Degeneres, and Larry King. It teaches the principle that people's feelings and thoughts attract real events in the world into their lives (if you want something bad enough, you'll get it). Apparently this book, though not scripture, has changed the lives of thousands.

So we sat down one quiet evening and decided to put "The Secret" to the test. We asked ourselves the question - "What could make our lives better?" Money? Vacations? Power? Country Club Membership? NO. We decided to send our "request" out into the cosmos and let the Secret work its magic. Low and behold, our wish was granted.....

JERSEY MIKE'S HAS COME TO ARIZONA!!!!

The delicious goodness from Point Pleasant, New Jersey has made the transcontinental journey to Tempe, Arizona. Sure, its not 1/2 mile from the beach, its too far to ride to on a beach cruiser, and the sandwich techs aren't as fluid (yet) in their craft - but it sure does get us through those long droughts between trips to the Shore. If you haven't had the pleasure of partaking of a Jersey Mike's Sub... DO YOSELF A FAVAH!!! (jersey accent).

Opening Day - Arizona Diamondbacks

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

I went to opening day last night at Chase Field where the D-Backs took on the Joe Torre lead Dodgers of Los Angeles. The D-Backs lit up the new HD scoreboard (seriously, this thing is rediculuos) with a 9-3 victory. The top of the stadium was open, perfect weather, four f-16 pre-game flyover, delicious italian sausage, 4 home runs by the D-backs - what more could you ask for? A baseball poem? Okay, here you go...

I arose in a time of turmoil, when men were traded like horses
I have witnessed enemies become friends, and friends become enemies
I've noticed winners with tears of joy
And I have seen losers with looks of grief and despair
Still young at the turn of this century
I bared eyes on the horseless carriage and the flight at Kittyhawk
I gave life and a name to an orphan who became a sultan
Then I granted him an Ironhorse too
I was devastated when eight men compromised their childhood dreams
I chipped a tooth on one of the toughest Georgia peach's known
I survived both world wars and any other my homeland has faced
I've been both beat up and pampered
I have seen children grow and mature under my wing
I saw a miracle that shocked my followers in a summer of love
Spahn and Sain pray for rain and the triumph of Coogan's Bluff,
I was a handyman with a trusting hammer, I called Hank
A few times in my life I've been perfect, and fell short on many others
There have been many tragedies in my life including depression and a strike
People have seen me on T.V., in person, and even on the radio
Children are put to bed with stories I was author to
I am a bond of greatness, between father and son
A splendid splinter in the working thumb of America
I have seen lots of changes, but I, myself, have not
I love my followers as they love me
And thats why I will always be A Nation's Constant

Nation's Constant by Michael Steven Richards

Tubac, Arizona

"You went on a retreat with Tupac!?!? I knew he was alive!!"

Sorry, Tubac, not Tupac. Amanda and I went on the Mohr Hackett firm retreat this past weekend to Tubac, Arizona and had a great time. We were fortunate enough to have Amanda's parents and brothers (Bryan and Kevin) in town to babysit the kids. Tubac is a little town (very little) about 40 miles south of Tucson and just north of Nogales. The resort was fantastic. The activities for the weekend included hiking, golfing, massages, eating, spelunking, and a ride-along with the U.S. Border Patrol (kidding).


For the golf aficionados, the Tubac golf course was the site of the fictitious U.S. Open in "Tin Cup." The course was great. There were cattle that roamed openly around the course. I even managed to hit a shot into the lake on the "Trainwreck" hole. My scramble foursome, made up of myself, Tom Axelson, Dan Beeks, and Matt Kelly, won the Mohr Hackett Invitational Scramble with a score of 68 (4 under).



On Sunday we took a jaunt over to the Tumacacori National Historical Park. Others in our group hiked the 4 miles to the site. We, on the other hand, taking advantage of modern technology, drove. Tumacacori is a mission that was established in 1691. I can't imagine that the area has changed that much in the last 300 years.



Next, we headed over Kartchner Caverns State Park. Rather than give you a long and elaborate description of what we saw, I will sum it up like this: It was big hole. If you like caves, this is heaven. They wouldn't let us take pictures of the caves, so I downloaded these copyrighted pictures illegally off the internet.



We had a blast and were thankful for the opportunity to get to miss our kids - which we did. This is definitely a place we'd like to come back to.


*For the IRS - we did manage to incorporate a 3 hour continuing legal education class into the weekend.