Stephen Ball
Evening from 7pm - Midnight
Doing things a little different for the summer of 2010, I'm Poncho here to tell you all about my fellow co-hort, Steve Ball.
Don't be fooled by Steve's amount of body hair; he's as sharp as his neck is hairy. . . . and back, and shoulders, and kidneys for that matter.
Born in a log cabin just outside of Canmore, Steve has developed a sixth sense of color co-ordinating his work attire.
When's he's not busy writing letters to Bruce Buffer of UFC fame, you can find Steve at home where he spends most of his time on his patio with his wife (she must been in a vulnerable state to say 'I do' ) and their little baby girl where Steve and Daddy's little girl often compete in coloring contests with Steve losing most of them. (in his defense, his daughter is almost 1 year old)
He's drank my beer, gouged my Frisbee, borrowed my ladder, abused my shop vac and only returned them when I asked for them back. If I didn't plan on using his back muscles when I move at the end of the month, this bio which I penned on a used napkin would have been on the harsh side.
Until then . . . . . .
