Thursday, July 18, 2019

Annual drunk blob continues:

Did we win? How come there's nothing in the paper about the game?

Redsock fan still acting pretty swarmy. He hasn't given up on Chris Sale.

Mets fans in their proper place, though. Time for a brew?

31 comments:

JM said...

It's pretty late in Japan. Have a Kirin.

TheWinWarblist said...

This does not bode well for the 12th ...




Fuck You Hal.

Local Bargain Jerk said...


It would probably be better to have 12 beers instead of just one. You wouldn't want to be attacked by some dim-bulb troll for assessing things based on a small sample size...

Rufus T. Firefly said...

LBJ,

Good point. I'm thinking not only 12 beers, but 12 different brands.

And for good measure it should include Utica Club, Black Label and Genny Cream Ale.

...and quick access to the rest room.

JM said...

Genny Cream is so underappreciated. Even years ago, much less in the IPA era...none of which I find enjoyable.

Rufus T. Firefly said...

Back in the Carter era, I lived for a while in Burlington, VT in an old funeral home redone to apartments. It was in the not so nice section of town, but had a grocery across the street. The regular Genny was 59 cents a quart. The 'premium' cream ale was 69 cents. Many days it was 'lunch'.

Those were the days. Broke and happy. At least the parts I remember.

Anonymous said...

No. No. No. Genny Cream Ale was/is/shall forever be the single most disgusting beer of all time. On Tuesdays (in 1975) it was four for a buck at my local college bar and not worth it. Like drinking carbonated phlegm.

Doug K.

Local Bargain Jerk said...


Also back in the late Carter/early Reagan era, there was a bar on Rte 43 in NYS, just west of Stephentown, NY. The bar had a single white plywood sign standing outside that looked something like a drive-in movie marquee. Someone had hand-painted the word "Restaurant" on it, in black letters, on the white sign. I never knew the name of the place; we just called it "Restaurant".

There were several noteworthy features of the bar:

     - There were a few pool tables, of course, but there was also a ping pong table.

     - The bar had an annual "Biggest Buck" contest, complete with a large scale and a galvanized steel bin where you would load the animal and have it weighed.

     - Venison was sold at all times from behind the bar.

     - Pitchers of Gennessee Red were $3.

It was about an hour drive for us in college but we went there quite a few times each season. We even saw two guys muscling a fair sized deer into the weighing contrivance. Good times all around.

Local Bargain Jerk said...


Doug K.

My roommate from college was from Rochester, NY and swore by Gennee Cream. There was always some in our mini-fridge.

Another friend, like you, refused to drink it. He used to say, "I have seen the Gennessee River. No thanks."

Me? I believe there are two kinds of beer: Good beer and very good beer.


KD said...

My major prof in grad school had a saying about beer and it went like this: I’ve never met a beer I didn’t like but I’ve met a few that were challenging. He was awesome.

Rufus T. Firefly said...

My old adage was cold beer and free beer. Age has slowed me down on both.

I have not had a Genny of any type in probably 30 years. There is more than one reason to need a restroom nearby. And there was a reason we nicknamed them screamers.

Ken of Brooklyn said...

LBJ> Wise words my friend, wise words indeed!

HoraceClarke66 said...

Love this! And Duque, really, 1 beer is not enough even if you're having 12 different beers.

I recommend at least 3 beers per brand. Interspersed, of course, with whiskey or sake to clear the palette.

Then, you can tell us. Provided you live, of course.

HoraceClarke66 said...

Sign I saw the last time I was in Staten Island:

"Mom's Liquor Store"

I'm not making this up.

HoraceClarke66 said...

And what about a Fudd beer? Though wasn't it banned after all those hillbillies went blind?

Rufus T. Firefly said...

I had to look up Fudd beer. No wonder I've never heard of it.

Mom's liquor store reminds me of two idjits arguing on the subway in Boston that the name of a particular liquor store was "Bottled Liquors", because that's what the sign said.

Rufus T. Firefly said...

LBJ,

If that was in Stephentown, it had to be the classiest restaurant in town.

You have to have a good reason to go to Stephentown.

Carl J. Weitz said...

I remember circa 1971 when Old Bohemian ("Old Bo"),Haffenreffer and Rolling Rock were 75 cents for a six-pack. On occasion, a store brand here from a supermarket called Finast would have a sale for 60 cents a six-pack. It was puke beer but no one cared. It went down well MD 20-20 and a few bowls of hash.

The drinking age was 21 in CT but we went across the state line to Brewster, NY to drink. There was one place on route 22 called the Fore and Aft and every 2 months they would hold "Freebies" where with a college ID you could drink all the beer you wanted until closing time (or you got thrown out of the bar by Animal, the bouncer-literally). Mixed well drinks were 40-50 cents and the premium booze, 5-10 cents more. These events always brought in the girl students which in turn lured 95% of the male student body. They got wild and the management didn't care how drunk you got because they considered that your problem. No owner in their right mind now would offer that in today's litigious environment.

Alphonso said...

I used to sell Utica Club, and I am in one of their print advertisements with a bunch of future alcoholics.

So Genny was off-limits to me.

We weren't even allowed to sample the competition.

But I could drink whiskey and UC.

It is a slow day, isn't it?

Local Bargain Jerk said...



@KD:

I’ve never met a beer I didn’t like but I’ve met a few that were challenging.

This will be borrowed and used hereafter.


@Ken of Brooklyn

Wise words my friend, wise words indeed!

I work with a fair number of Russian and Ukrainian programmers. That's an adaptation of a Russian expression about vodka. I Americanized it but some things are universal. Let's discuss on the 12th!

@Alphonso:

It is a slow day, isn't it?

I attribute this to there being no game last night. Nothing to bitch or exult about.

Rufus T. Firefly said...

Still in Burlington, there was a place called the Chicken Bone Cafe. The only food they served (I think because of health code) was free five alarm chili on friday's until it ran out. 90 cent small pitchers of beer. If you asked for a glass with it, they asked what the fuck your problem was. Best man at my wedding met his first wife there when he was a bouncer and had to throw her out for being drunk and obnoxious. Can't imagine why that didn't end well.

Over the NY line from VT when I was in high skool, two places on the border -- the five flies -- three counties, two states. One bar in VT had to close at 2. The NY one stayed open. Another place call the farmer's inn on the Albany road would close for an hour for 'cleaning' per NY state law. They would graciously announce last call and you could buy a six pack and they would helpfully leave it on ice for that hour so you'd have cold ones as needed.

Both are closed, which is probably a good thing. Many beginning drinkers were killed heading home from those places. I can recall a few times napping in the parking lot for 4-5 hours before heading home.

Anonymous said...

LBJ - :)

Carl, "It went down well MD 20-20 and a few bowls of hash." MD 20-20? Why? Was your liqueur store out of Tango?

Doug K.

JM said...

Ok, Doug, how about Ballantine Ale?

Local Bargain Jerk said...



@RTF:

If that was in Stephentown, it had to be the classiest restaurant in town. You have to have a good reason to go to Stephentown.

Agreed. There was a hardscrabble farm in Stephentown that occupied the SE corner of Rtes 22 and 43. I used to pass by driving to/from college. There was an unpaved road through the farm that allowed you to save a fair amount of time versus going all the way out to the actual intersection of 22/43. Whenever I drove by the barn, I used to picture in my mind Oren Rath's run-down (and evil) farm in the "The World According to Bensenhaver" the somewhat psychotic story-within-a-story in John Irving's "The World According to Garp".

Let's discuss on the 12th.

Or maybe not.

Dear Lord, are they playing tonight?

HoraceClarke66 said...

I'm old enough to have taken part in a "barley hop." Run three miles or so, and stop along the way to drink 5 or 6 beers.

Oh, them's were the days! When men were men, and the streets ran with vomit!

Amazing there weren't any strokes.

JM said...

Afternoon game is delayed. Why? Guess they're worried about rain. Which isn't happening and hourly forecast says it won't.

What the hell is wrong wthese clowns?

Rufus T. Firefly said...

mmmm-mmmm. Balentine and Haffenreffer. True skunk piss. I still have a stein full of haffenreffer rebus caps.

LBJ, a good deal of Rte. 22 north of 90 (or 84 for that matter) is reminiscent of Deliverance. And a short hop to Lebanon Valley Speedway -- a cultural mecca for rednecks.

Much to discuss on the 12th.

Carl J. Weitz said...

LOL Doug....I did drink Tango on occasion but didn't like the taste of Tang.
I think the price of MD 20-20 at 89 cents a pint had something to do with it. It was 20% alcohol which was the same as Richard's Peach Wine. Boone's Farm was about 79 cents a pint but only has about 12-13%. Ditto for Widmer Lake Country Wine and some cheap stuff from Brotherhood Winery in upstate, NY. Looking back, I think MD 20-20 was actually grape juice cut with formaldehyde.

Rufus T. Firefly said...

Never heard of Tango. I think that is probably a positive for me.

However, speaking of bottom shelf liquor:

What's the word?
THUNDERBIRD!

What's the price?
Fifty twice!

How do you drink it?
In a cup!

What's it do?
Get's you fuuuuuuuuuuucked up!

Rufus T. Firefly said...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z_cACen2x3g

The classy drink for white and black trash.

Ken of Brooklyn said...

@ LBJ, really looking forward to it!