Hey, how do I know, Connie?

This might be a June thing from now on. “June thirtieth” has a nice ring to it. June thirtieth, June thirtieth, noon girly plinth, poon whirling myth… let’s keep this short. (Too late.) If someone had told me in August 2005 when I drafted my first post—which had no resemblance whatsoever to what is purported […]

Beer and football VII — week thirteen

The game: Rams at Patriots The beer: Ipswich Riverbend Pilsner The result: Win, 26–10 The commentary: Last week, before the sad talk, I really got into it with potential tiebreaker scenarios for my ex-knockout pool. The raving led to a “Rooting for ties!” ecstasy that betrayed its improvised roots earlier in the same sentence. You […]

Beer and football VII — week twelve

The game: Patriots at Jets The beer: Two Roads Roadsmary’s Baby Ale The result: Win, 22–17; Seahawks/Jarrod lose, 14–5 The commentary: Fourteen to five? Five? In which our hero tests whether or not “There’s nothing I can do about Russell Wilson having an off day” is a philosophy he still trusts. I am. Hard to […]

Beer and football VII — week ten

The game: Seahawks at Patriots The beer: Heavy Seas Greater Pumpkin Imperial Ale The result: Loss, 31–24; Cardinals win, 23–20 The commentary: More pictures of my girl, please! I didn’t go black last week because the Pats lost. They didn’t even play. No, I mourned another loss or, more accurately, a non-win. Maybe the minority […]

Beer and football VII — week nine (bye)

The beer: Clown Shoes Third-Party Candidate India Pale Lager The result: Chiefs win, 19–14; Trump wins, 304–227–7 The commentary: This is my two hundredth post. I am close to dropping an overdue essay regarding the importance of Trout Mask Replica (currently headlined “Tight also”), having reserved its epic for a weighty round number, but it […]

What the shit was and what wasn’t the shit

There are forty-eight planets and moons in our solar system and one hundred ninety-five visible stars in the universe. And there it is. Longtime readers (!) tripped up by last year’s abbreviated playlist, tallying “only” thirty-six songs at a brisk two and three-quarter hours—and down almost three thousand words from 2014—will surely find comfort in […]