Ok. We’ve waited this long. But with it being President’s Day, what better time to talk about our current president. Have you heard who it is?
Haha. When someone opens the history capsule 50 years from now, what will people think? It’s pretty wild stuff, but I’m not going to talk about him. I could, and will at some point, maybe, but not now. This is a Chicago sports blog for God’s sake. Yet, that doesn’t mean I can’t say whatever the hell I want. Remember, America is great because of our freedoms, right?
Yes, El Presidente is the topic for many folks, rightfully so. But he’s not the topic of this blog. No, actually, when I mention El Presidente, I remember a Cubs game. Go figure.
It was back in the day; those days that seem like another lifetime. Yeah, me and my buddy went to a September night game; it was cold out. What better way to stay warm then to sneak a bottle of something something in the park. Yep, that something was El Presidente.
We hit that bottle hard in the half empty Wrigley. It was another lost season for the boys, but it was a fun night for these boys. How the hell did we sneak a big ass bottle of alcohol into Wrigley? Maybe under my big Cubs hooded sweatshirt that I still have to this day. Yeah, there were some good times.
Whether it was sneaking a bottle in Wrigley, a flask in Soldier Field, a bottle on an airplane prior to 911, a spiked Snapple bottle to the park, where there was a will, there was a way. Why the heck am I talking about alcohol?
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Maybe because this president is pushing me to drink? No. Maybe it’s because it was part of many sports moments with my guys growing up. February is full of their birthdays.
The El Presidente partner was the 19th. We don’t have enough time to get into more of our shared fun moments. Another buddy turned 50 on Saturday. He was the guy I could go back and forth with all day about the Cubs Sox. He hates the Cubs. But you know what… he sent me a text, as did a few of my Sox fan friends, congratulating me on the Cubs win. That’s classy.
My West Coast connection is coming up on the 25th. Two words: Dodger Stadium. Did I share that story yet? I think I did. Then my Dad coming up on the 28th; again, too many to list here. Can’t forget about my sister on the 22nd; not too big a fan of the alcohol infused sports moments.
As I ramble on, I seem to remember more stuff as the days go by. My short term memory still sucks, but more and more, things come back to me. Maybe that’s because I haven’t been drinking. How ironic.
Ok, they’re playing the music, and I need to get off stage. On to a more meaningful post tomorrow. Happy El Presidente Day.
MK
Drinking is not a necessity in watching sports, but it sure seems to be in quite a few memories. The ones you mention, plus spilling so many after Hester’s Super Bowl kickoff return, pooring shots early for the 03 Cubs, pregaming before going to a game, tailgating before a Bears game, and many more. Seems like a few beers are special to a team that I drink when watching…rolling rock for Bhawks’ Cup runs and old style for the Cubbies, and shots before Cubs playoff games to calm the nerves. Funny thing is, in order to help the Cubs change their luck in the World Series, I stopped drinking for games 5, 6, and 7…go figure. It worked for game 5 so I had to continue it…my way of “helping,” superstitions a plenty. It lasted all the way until the rain delay in game 7. I was so pissed about losing the lead. I was on the brink of walking to Iowa. So after some encouraging and calming words, I ended up cracking open an old style just as the 10th inning started, and the rest is history. To sports and drinking, cheers!