Back to Real Life

I have a wine festival, a Foreigner concert, and two Redskin OTA's under my belt and it feels like I just stepped off the plane from the greatest week I can remember. Pictures and one bad ass suntan are the last memories of the honeymoon. For a week of doing almost nothing but laying around it seemed to go by extremely fast.

Christy and I left the Lansdowne Resort the morning after the wedding at 6:00 to head out for the Bahamas. That was pretty early for a guy who had danced his ass off in a nothing more than a tuxedo vest only six hours earlier. To my surprise I was the one dragging her out of bed. On the way out the door I laughed, Lansdowne had given us the beautiful honeymoon suite and I had only made it from the door to the bed. It would have been nice to enjoy a relaxing morning, but by 8:00 a rough looking woman named Betty was showing us how to fasten seat-belts.

I know I might be popular in the football world, but to my surprise I was greeted as "The football player Chris Cooley?" upon our check in. We even had a "Madden" PlayStation discussion on the way to the room and I learned that if you're playing with the Washington Redskins then throw it to the triangle on third down. (The triangle is Chris Cooley) I mean, come on, everyone should know that though. Maybe Jim Zorn can take a vacay down to Atlantis and learn exactly how to throw to the triangle on third down.

We started every day in Starbucks. I stuck with the Vente Iced Americano and a blueberry muffin which is, in my mind, the best way to start off any morning. We wandered to the beach for a couple hours most mornings after coffee and lounged around. I even managed to finish off three books, the most reading I've done since college. By the time it got too hot we would head off for the best part of the Atlantis resort, the lazy river. I could have spent all day in that thing. I mean huge waves, water slides, rapids, and a beautiful bride on my tube was all I needed for the vacation.

We spent a little time in the casino. Lost at blackjack, won at roulette. If anyone wants any lucky advice, we played the same twelve numbers every time. 3,5,7,11,17,20,21,23,28,33,34 and then combined the 10-13. There is part of our life behind every one of the numbers and Christy and I spent about an hour deciding on the perfect ones. It might seem a little boring to keep the same bets, but in one stretch we won 8 times in a row.

Other than our projected 2 hour plane ride home turning into 6 the trip went perfectly. Christy's mom and dad picked us up and we were on our way home to open the presents. The most original was from Dan Steinberg of the Washington Post. A cheese cutter so every time we "cut the cheese" we could think of him. Thanks Dan!

So I guess its back to real life and with training camp around the corner hopefully being a married man will help me be a better football player. It sure has been a fun and exciting couple of weeks and I couldn't be happier.

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