Here's the thing, see. Three Fat Chickens on a grill have to be babysat. It was supposed to be a nice meal of beer-can chicken. The chickens were fresh and fat, seasoned to tasty perfection and ready to be "mounted" on the grill (ahem).
The grill was set at the right temperature, and a suitable vent for extra heat chosen and set - okay, that was a bent coke can, but whatever. It was go time.
And here, I'll just say, did you know that melted fat is FLAMMABLE? Yeah, me too. Usually, it's not a big deal, but when there are three chickens, and golf on TV, well, the combination doesn't really work out that well.
To wit: Before
Bummer, dude. really. Fire in Teh Hole, etc.
More shortly. But for now I'm "Busy" on my second monitor....: