Pretty much every trip we get the gang together to head to Mexico, we host what we only somewhat jokingly refer to as the Bocce Ball World Championships.  We try to keep it light hearted but the crap gets serious quickly.  

This year, Rob and Marcos won the team event 2-1.  The third game went extra time after AB and I spotted Rob and Marc a 9-0 lead.  AB won the individual event.  I don't know what the score was.  I think I was drunk enough where score keeping wasn't a priority.  

All in all...complete success.

As I've alluded to recently, I've had a major itch to scratch by the name of Mexico.  In bad need of a recharge, I headed south of the border with a few friends to Puerto Penasco to scratch said itch.  I was lucky enough to have a three day pass from my wife to go cause some trouble and,  for the first time, I had the means to be able to ride on the beach courtesy of my Salsa Mukluk.  

In between games of bocce ball, I managed to get three decent rides in.  Total riot and yet another way to make me fall in love with the beach all over again, as if I needed an excuse.  

Here's a couple videos.  I hope you don't mind the lack of quality.   No one ever accused me of being a cinematographer...
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