I can hear Mr. Warmth mumbling something about us god damned "Cascadiaites" and our pretentious beers.
If it's pretentious to not torture our taste buds with cheap American beer, then we're pretentious and proud of it!
I don't mind a piss beer like Rainier or Hamms, but not at stadium prices. How people manage to spend 9 bucks for a foul beer like Shock Top is beyond my comprehension.
Apparently it's actually a different midfielder named Jhon Fredy Hurtado. Damn triple-named Colombian Jhon Hurtados....
This seems as good a spot as any to tell a suddenly topical -- yet old -- William Yarbrough story. Two, three years ago I read an interview in some Mexican newspaper wherein the delightfully un PC subject of "You sure don't LOOK Mexican" came up. After he explained the family timeline he must have looked into his crystal ball as to the best way to get a national team callup because he ended with "Mucha gente me dicen que parezco Aleman."
Not all IPAs have to hit you over the head with a sledgehammer of bitterness like West Coast IPAs (which I like, as well as other styles, btw).
Imagine what the Revs could have had with his hold-up play and physicality anchoring all their smaller quick guys in attack?
So.... that clip art soccer ball in the new logo is even too painful for the ultras to use? Also: I'm never one to give companies love, but I'm surprised they didn't go with the standard "This. Is. AVAYA!" trope.
First came the news: Official: "The North American Soccer League (@naslofficial) has hired journalism veteran @JackBell as a Senior Media Specialist." Congrats— Bruce McGuire - from the 1900s (@dunord) March 23, 2015 Then came congratulations. @JackBell congrats Jack!— Subscribe to GrantWahl.com (@GrantWahl) March 23, 2015 @JackBell Congrats Jack!— Charles Boehm (@cboehm) March 23, 2015 Then came (fake) Kevin Payne ... 580031996237336576 is not a valid tweet id Can't say the fake guy is wrong.
Y'all gotta drink the Malort. http://www.thrillist.com/drink/chicago/14-things-you-didn-t-know-about-malort-thrillist-chicago
Whatever you're drinking...finish your drink because Atiba Harris scored a goal: http://www.fifa.com/worldcup/matches/round=274825/match=300310102/index.html#nosticky
Malört was created for Fire fans contemplating suicide. The rest of us have no business touching that stuff.
The genie is out of the bottle. He's a teenager with a smart phone. They read Big Soccer on the school bus. My kids grew up with the Barn Burners/Section 8. They were warned if they repeated inappropriate language (anything) in inappropriate places (anywhere, especially Catholic school) they wouldn't go again. They figured it out. He's a year, or two younger than Murtaugh when the Barn Burners started.
Let's post my favorite thing ever written about booze. Knob Creek by Colin A. Dodds If you ever wondered what was behind the grimace of Humphrey Bogart or John Wayne as they drank some nonspecific mixture in the movies of yesteryear, Knob Creek Straight Bourbon Whiskey is an edifying experience. The key word in its extended name is ‘Straight’- this is alcohol first (100 proof) and beverage second. It has a dark, sharp flavor with very little of the sweetness that characterizes bourbons like Jim Beam, Jack Daniels, and Old Crow. What sweetness it does possess takes the form of a subdued, almost smoky syrup-like undertone. There is something refreshing about the flavor- in the way that standing out in the freezing cold until half of you burns and the other half is numb is refreshing. Even Wild Turkey and Old Grandad are not the trial by fire that Knob Creek is. To the less experienced bourbon drinker, Knob Creek burns in such a way that the drinker is torn between being proud of having swallowed it and the urge to immediately wipe the taste from memory. The flavor reminds you of the very pain that alcohol supposedly undoes, elusive to the degree it is intense, unremitting…It is a fine bourbon for the ‘man on a mission,’ when that mission is to get drunk via a merciless and honest (for aren’t all merciless things ultimately honest?) bourbon. Knob Creek had a brief advertising campaign a year or so ago. It had no laughing, socializing people in it. No indication is made of the of the goodtime possibilities of this drink. The ads consisted of the label, blown up to ad size. I realize now that this was the closest I have come in my short life to truth in advertising. The reason is this, Knob Creek is a bourbon of reckoning. Sure, you can swill a couple glasses among friends and be howling happy. It will be the night of your life- provided you don’t end up in jail. Then again, it still might be the night of your life. But to me, Knob Creek is a solitary drink. It’s just you and this rectangular, ancient-looking bottle, and a whole lot of taste. It is, my friend, exactly the bourbon you'll need to endure this Chicago Fire season. As it is the bourbon I rely on to endure every season ...
Nah, something that special should be kept for those with absolutely no hope for the future - aka Chicago Fire fans.
@AndyMead Absolute thriller in the Cricket World Cup between NZ and SA in the Semifinals. Doesn't matter what sport it is, you can't help but enjoy that kind of drama.