09/29/2026
Does Caroline Co****le still haunt *your* dreams? Because for a long, long time, it haunted mine.
Let me take you back about eleven years. I had just moved into my hood, and it was a hood full of guys who played co****le every single weekend. Out in the street, over at the pool, it didn't matter where. I didn't actually play the game at the time, but I figured it was a great way to meet some cool guys, drink a few b**rs, and hang out. I was basically the last kid picked at kickball, but I played with them every weekend and honestly just had a blast doing it.
Well, these guys were good and still are to this day. And one day, they decided to drag me up to play at the Caroline County Moose Lodge.
Now, back then, I didn't know there was such a thing as the ACL or ACO, or that competitive co****le was as big as it was. So here I am, stepping into Caroline, throwing maybe a 4 or 5 PPR in a room full of guys who seemingly never, ever missed. I think I went up there a total of four times before the humiliation just completely took over. Even today, that lodge is known as the house where the big dogs play. People stay away because, quote, "they are all *good*."
And I stayed away too. I was terrified of facing the humiliation as that guy who was throwing 4s at the Caroline blind draw back in 2017.
Fast forward to last Friday. We were in an absolute drought of co****le. We got rained out on Wednesday, there was nothing happening on Thursday, and our absolute last ray of hope for Friday at the East Richmond Moose announced they were moving their play to... you guessed it... Caroline.
Once again, Lynn and I are in the car trying to talk our way out of it. I'm explaining my absolute horror to her—the tight quarters, the noise, the fact that everyone in that building throws 13s. But we were thirsty to throw some bags, so we walked through those doors anyway.
And you know what? A lot of the guys from when I was there in 2017 were still there. They remembered me—which was exactly what I feared—but they actually welcomed us. They greeted us right away. Megan remembered me and couldn't believe it had been nine whole years.
We played, and we had an incredibly great time. Lynn finished 5th for her first time ever in that building! As for me... well, I went 0 and 2. But hey, I didn't throw 3s and 4s! Faced with all the anxiety from my past visits, I actually think I played pretty well.
I left laughing, and honestly, a little upset that I had let my nightmares keep me from coming back for so long. The Caroline Co****le League and the Moose Lodge is not the place of horrors I built it up to be in my head. Don't get me wrong, they are all still *scary* good, but the people there are some of the nicest Co****le OGs around.
I hate that I never gave it another chance sooner, but we will absolutely be back. And who knows, maybe it's time I drag the guys who originally drug me up there back as well. Maybe it's time they go back and experience the house where the big dogs play. Caroline Co****le League, SEVA Co****le,