Make Mine Mike

Who needs the Olympics? My bachelor party had its own series of sports spectacular:

• The manly meat-eating marathon and scotch-guzzling relay.

• Synchronized shot-drinks.

• The freestyle ego-stroke, deluding ourselves that the women in our lives won't mind us extend this to a guy's weekend in Vegas, even after I'm married.

• The main event: The Pole-ympics. Can't go into details, but suffice to say those gymnasts in Beijing got nothing on certain female athletes' flexibility.

• The feign forgetfulness to fiancée field event.

• The drink-lots-of-water / sleep-the-whole-next-day biathlon.