You would think after 18 years of running this event, Johnny would have it down to a science ...

not questioning science!!! Did man come from apes? If so, did they invent golf, not man? Who knows? There is one thing for sure - 2006 was the year of the apes. Congo and his ape-brethren did win J.Z.A. #18 and a Congo-led squad put their names on the inaugural Brag Flag. Frightening huh! But what happened to what was supposed to be our new luxury resort? "QUIET TIME" F that!!! That place, that phrase has no home at da Zube. Thankfully, Stone treated the camp counselors" with our style of respect (nice shot with that peanut). We had a rookie of the year (Blaine). A playoff for both rounds. A King of the Pool challenge (thanks to T-Bone). Troy hangin' out real late. Beanpole lost his cabin. And rookies fitting in, some with frozen clothes. Punk-ass and Johnny are always grateful to all of you for making this event happen. Congrats to both champions: Brag Flag with G. Ritch, Grandpa Crack, Sweety Petee and Valen-swayla. JZA champs Team Congo with G. Ritch, T-Bone, Big Man and O-Town. RECAP:

The crew decided to give a new resort the JZA test. But would it stand up to Stone's patent-pending golf cart footrest? He debuted it Friday at the start of the games, at the same course where Jody granted Pinky with his first JZA nickname. (Nice breast cancer awareness ball rookie). But it wasn't the last nickname to come to boil. O-Town named Cheese Nip before that rook even set foot on JZA soil. Onto Crystal Mountain where we knew it was too good to be true. Fire pit? Propane grills? Even a pool? Who knew! As the firewood piled on, the alcohol flowed. Our group got louder and T-roy started to go. Then went in the log benches, beer cans and chairs. He even jumped over the fire, burning his hairs. Months of pent-up rage then set in, how he was called "Team Lame-Ass" before and didn't win. He sought out the V.P. responsible for the mailing, and charged him hard but P.A. was quickly bailing (crediting a relative with the assist). Papa Ritch took charge and it was allgood. Already by day two we needed

those Crystal Mountain be-otches to refill our firewood. So the first Brag Flag round went into OT. Most were so drunk, the actual round they didn't even see. Johnny made his annual stumbleand-fall during night two. Most spilled into the cabins early that night after security "asked" us to. Grandpa Mike's relatives all stayed up late that night, but not before Nip received a frozen boxer delight. After a trail of Cheese Nips and a Nip bag on the flag, the competition turned serious, putting away all of the gags. A three-way tie was broke in only one hole, who else would prevail but TEAM CONGO. Their monkey cheers were heard throughout the course. They even rejoiced in the pool by pushing everyone in with force. Later that night Bean couldn't find his way home. O-Town found his way, but fell on his dome. As he lay there, snoring away. A friendly picture is worth more than anyone could say! Thanks for making #18 great!