So the Riders got me in trouble again, for those of you scoring at home, that makes it Riders 3 - Gary 0. So what happened this time? It was your typical formula, 8 pm kick off, a good buddy's wedding, vodka, wedding ceremony tailgating = trouble.

So the wedding started at 3pm, so the celebrating started around noon, (thanks to Brewhouse for sponsoring the pre wedding tailgate party) then it was off to the church. After my good pal Patrick took the dive, and married his beautiful wife Nicole, it was back to business.

We made our way to a drink serving establishment, just in time to catch the end of the Wolverines / Irish Clash at South Bend, and it was an ending I decided to forget about by drinking the sadness away, (my Wolverines lost, which made Saskatoon's biggest Irish fan, Silky Dube, a very happy man). Then from there, it was off to the Wedding Reception.

So we roll in, find our table, jackpot! Right next to the bar. I introduce myself to the bartender "My name is Gary, I have been drinking since noon, my college football team just lost to one of their most hated rivals, and I need to drink the pain away, here's ten tickets, let's turn those into vodka waters."She looked at me for about 5 seconds, then answered " You got it!"

So I sit down at my table, put my drinks down, everyone laughs, then I start going over my plan. So the last time there was a game during a wedding, I tried to hide that fact that I was sneaking off, and that got me in trouble. So this time, I was straight up.

Me to my table, in a sweet drunken accent "Just so you guys know, I will be leaving this table at around 8:30, I don't care what kind of speech or crappy slideshow is going on."
The rest of the table just gave me that look, you know, the one where they just stare at you like you just told the whole wedding party to go F - itself. I actually used the line "I am in the sports industry, it is my job to watch this game!" They just laughed at me, rightfully so.

So after about another 10 vodkas, it was off to the hotel bar, where I hunkered down, and proceeded to pound 10 pints of water. Then halftime rolled around, and it was back to the wedding bar.

Then devastating news, "The bar is out of vodka!!" I had to be quick on my feet, ......... "Time to say hello to my old friend rum." I told the bartender, she laughed again. After I stayed around to hear enough of the speeches to remember why I hated them so much, I headed back to the hotel bar, watched the Riders lose, cursed loudly, then rumbled, tumbled, stumbled my way back to my table, to the scorn of about 6 girls. (Hence, the angry women pictures.)

"I can't believe you skipped all the speeches and the slideshow, what the hell is wrong with you!!!???? ". I had to be quick on my feet, "but, you don't understand, it is my job!!" I still don't understand how no one understands that, but then again, I figure no one could understand what I was saying by this time. Either way, I had to sit at a table with a bunch of angry drunk girls telling me that I have no heart.

If I were to draw a self portrait of how I felt at that time, it would probably look like this.

Thanks again Riders, I'm starting to wonder if dating you is worth all this trouble.

Gary Nickle is the producer of The Drew Remenda Sports Show