Writers block.......damn! You would think that that would be impossible considering how long ago the last post was. Such a blur, we released beanies, got in some new colors in the range tee collection and got the prototypes for our new golf bag, new golf shirts and a somewhat contreversial t shirt design. Contreversial, you ask? Yea I guess when you put a cartoon of a slightly trashy female golfer rockin a low cut skirt and bearing her midriff people are gonna have different reactions. Her Skramble tattoos rock and seeing this chick on the course would be refreshing in my opinion. Anyway stay tuned production of the shirt is up in the air. Bottom line is we started this whole thing to have fun, so we produce clothing that is fun and unlike what you might normally see out there. Speaking of what you might not normally see, I discovered a little green fruit in my lunch today and like a dumb ass I blindly took a bite. After a bad case of bitter beer face I decided to inquire just what it was that angered my taste buds so bad. My girl told me it was a pear, no way this thing was only about the size of 2 golf balls put together and unless it was injected with vinnegar it could not possibly tasted so bad.I still don't know what it was so if this is my last post you will know why. Here is what I don't understand if my girl was trying to buy me a pear why am I not good enough to get a full sized one.........!


Crisis averted Eddie's Dad went to neighbors house and cleaned up the shredded phonebook. He stopped freaking out and returned his focus to what he does best, finding stuff on the internet for us all to laugh at. Jim had an eye doctor appointment and I am wondering if my mentioning of his inability to locate a golf ball has anything to do with it. The truth is he wanted his eyesight to be perfect for his all to frequent visits to the strip club. White flex fit hats are going to be in stock Thursday, we sold out of black crazy fast so get your order in ASAP. Rich had an impromptu wing eating contest at lunch when he sampled the tasty terryaki variety. He seemed to be competing against the ghosts of wing bowls past, such focus I have not seen since Curt Schilling beat the Yanks with the bloody sock. He competed against himself and it was a blowout in every sense of the word. Lesson of the day don't let Rich sample your lunch!


Normal day at Skramble headquarters, filling orders and brainstorming. We did recieve the great news that our golf balls, also known as Skrambled Eggs are in the final stages of developement and could be on the market as soon as next week. We got some prototypes of our winter knit hats / beanies, Steve has been wearing it ever since. He thinks he looks fly, the hats are awesome but it would take something just short of surgery to make him look right. At least his golf swing is as sweet as a pair of K Mart jeans. Eddie enlightened us with a story about how his Dad ran over a phone book with the lawn mower and the debris blew into the neighbors yard. His Dad refuses to clean it up so Eddie has been receiving angry phone calls and text messages from the neighbor. He is freaking out which is awesome. Question of the day: If you write a blog and nobody reads it did you actually write a blog?


Weather wise Saturday was the best of winter golf, Sunday was like shooting 130 with your wife on the bag. Windy,cold and greens so hard they could not hold a Mickelson flop shot. Jim and I snuck a round in at around 3:00 unsure if the sun was going to stay around long enough to witness the absurdity of what we were trying to pull off. 18 holes 2 hours and enough bad swings to make you think it was impossible. What a difference a day makes, Jim comes out and shoots a 46 on the front nine equaling my own score. My handicap is 15 strokes better than his so it was the tale of two rounds. We rushed around the course and finished with time to spare. Jim shot a 40 on the back for one of his better rounds, I edged him by 3 strokes but thats not the story of the day. Saturday Jim's swing looked like Kim Kardashian trying to sit in a smart car, just was not working and did not look right. Sunday it was as cool as the other side of the pillow and as smooth as John Elway at the end of a game. Never give up, keep on Skramblin!


Winter golf in Pennsylvania is like drinking cheap beer, its better than not drinking beer however you would rather be enjoying a more quality product. That being said the Skramble crew took to the local muni and discovered the cheap beer was actually pretty good, sunny and in the sixties. In November that is the equivelant of having a Hooters girl as your caddie while you shoot your best round. We generally stick to a match play format considering you can't post scores between October and April in this neck of the woods. Joe, Jim and Rich started out the front nine sporting our Skramble hoodies and flex fits. The highlight of the front nine for me personally was when Jim shanked his approach to the par 4 second hole into another groups golf cart. Noone was hurt and we were not exactly shooting lights out at the time so a little comic relief was welcomed. The match was fairly close with Joe edging out Rich taking 4 of the 9 holes on the front nine. Jim was little help, and ordered a couple of beers at the turn to dull the pain. Steve also joined us on hole 10, after arguing about his handicap and giving some lame excuse about why he did not make the original tee time (we all know it was the whiskey) we continued the match.  I pulled my tee shot on 10 and was unable to find ball. Counting on these guys to see a ball is like having Richie Incognito giving a public service announcement on bullying. The play picked up on the back and the match ended with little money changing hands. As always Skramble crew enjoyed alot of laughs. Don't be afraid of drinking cheap beer!