Alright so I made you look, okay?
Somehow, I always knew this photo would come in handy SOMEDAY. This is an actual photograph taken from Pebble Beach/Carmel (you're looking AT Pebble Beach from Carmel). The black blobbies on the silky white sand are, in fact, two GRIZZLED BUT FIT CRYPTKEEPERS IN WETSUIT/SPEEDO COMBOS who decided to jigglefest the beach on this particular occasion, don't you know. As Inspector Clouseau would say. Sometimes I embellish but I NEVER LIE. EVER! Maybe it's not him, but you have to admit it COULD be him. All things considered, it might as well be him. Am I right?!
Also, here's another photo of the unfairly luscious Pebble Beach Sunset, Smashville:
And one more, just in case you needed further convincing. It really is wrongly perfect, isn't it?:
This is meant as an evil, cruel postcard reality check my friends. I live here, after all. Soon, I will own a home here in Carmel/Pebble Beach. Not to rub it in. But this is what the "Board of Governors" - for our intents and purposes, GM David Poile - is "working on" right now, as we speak and agonize over the sorry fate of our beloved hockey club. Taking in the picture perfect Northern California sunset. Cavorting half naked in skin-tight, wiener-baring and decidedly age-inappropriate spandex bathing garb. Tossing a "will we/won't we?" lucky coin into the surf at Lover's Point adjacent to the Pebble Beach Coast when posing the hockey gods that all-important question: Will the Preds make the playoffs? Will the Preds win the Cup sooner or later?
This is meant to punctuate Dirk's spot-on, epic, courageous post for the ages earlier today. Remember what's "going down" right now. In Pebble Beach. So much business. So little time.
By the way, any friend of OTF who wants to come out for a visit is more than welcome chez MouthGuard. If you really want a taste of what "business travel" really means in these parts. My hospitality friends already know what he looks like, in case you're wondering... Cheers, thanks a lot!!!