Coach Lombardi was really tough on us today. He had us doing wind sprints and one on one blocking drills. And of course the nutcracker drill. Not the one that we did when the reporters were around. This nutcracker drill was where you tried to get past Fuzzy Thurston and he tried to grab your balls. That's why they called him "Fuzzy" you know. It was because of what was under his fingernails.
Coach was really pissed because we lost an exhibition game. To the dog ass Eagles. I mean everybody beat the shit out of the Eagles. So he was on the warpath.
Whenever the Coach was pissed he would put on his Giant's windbreaker and tell us he was ashamed of us. Ashamed of moving from the Big Apple to a piss ant one horse town in Cheese Country.That we weren't a real team like the Giants. He would go on and on about Mel Hein and Jim Lee Howell and kinds of crap till we were going crazy and banging our heads against the walls. Then we would go out and smash the other team.
And he would put his windbreaker away. Till the next time.
But he never stopped waving the Giants in our faces.
You see he would always be a Giant at heart.
(Instant Replay- The Unedited Edition, Jerry Kramer & Dick Schaap Random House 1968)
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You got nothin' but envy. Admit it.
By the way, when Paul Ryan (a personal friend of mine and a Packer shareholder) is elected President of the United States of Amurrica, the official White House address will be 1265 Lombardi Avenue, Green Bay, WI.
1265 Lombardi Avenue? I've been there many times!
Haz, Trooper is an easy read as you point out. This is his NYer, emotionally dysfunctional, way of showing affection. He pulled girls pigtail in grade school when he liked them. Sad, really.
Fuzzy Thurston is a great name. Thirsty Fuzzton would be just as good.
Chip, Fuzzy owns a bar in Green Bay. I've tipped a few over there.
That's pretty cool, Allen.
I guess he doesn't need to hire a bouncer.
I don't suppose there's another joint in town called the Start Barr.
It's Wisconsin, Chip, if you look around long enough, you'll find a bar somewhere called anything you can imagine.
Allen, The Wisconsin you describe sounds like a completely different place from the one I read about at TOP. It seems...sane.
You have Madison, and then there is the rest of the state. Hard working people who like to have a beer at the end of the day. Or, have a couple when there is sports on TV. And then having a couple if it's a nice day, but if it's raining, well, why not stay inside and have a cold one? Oh, and if you get to Green Bay...
Saturday, that's a nice day to have a beer.
I agree. In preparation for just a moment I paused at the cooler when at the Whole Foods earlier - I used to occasionally buy a single beer there and though I would see what they had in stock.
The base price for a beer was $1.99. Well, since I only want one, no big deal, right - even a cheapskate Brooklynite spends a bit of money on food and libation, am I right?
Well, I don't like the looks of any of the cheap ones, but then I saw one in a white glass bottle - hoping to avoid skunkiness, I figured it might be a good choice. Price check on the beer aisle almost led to a spill - that little sucker was $4.69. Well, that's a bit much.
Further investigation showed that some of the larger bottles were 12 and 14 dollars each. Not a six, one freakin' beer!
At that point my interest, desire or need to have a beer disappeared like a snowflake in Dixie. I'm good...
thought, not though...
Sixty, I buy quarts of American beer for less than $3. What the fuck are you buying beer in Whole Foods for?? That's for brie and chablis.
spinelli, you're livin' large. I buy 6 packs at Trader Joe's for 4 bucks.
Well, as it turns out, I didn't buy a beer there. I couldn't drink a quart or a six pack, so a single beer seemed like a good idea. I got over it.
And shouldn't one purchase chablis in a box then drunk blog about, well, stupid shit in the midwest?
Back in the mountains, where beer is not just for breakfast anymore. I was on the way to the Atlanta airport one morning and stopped for gas in north Georgia (where gas is typically 15 cents cheaper than NC). It was maybe 7:00. The guy in front of me was purchasing one beer. Not a six pack. One. I didn't get the impression he was planning on chilling that puppy to enjoy after 5:00.
Took a roundabout route (cue Yes song), in and around the lake, Lake Lure, that is. Didn't follow Route 74 all the way to Asheville, though. It's crookeder than a dog's hind leg. I took it one time and the curves were so tight, the guy in the tractor trailer ahead of us was able to slap the back of his truck when he took the corners.
Saturday, that's a nice day to have a beer.
Allen S, you are wise beyond your years.
We found a gas station in Eagle River, a dump, really, that also has a 7-seat bar in the back and serves Guinness on tap for $3 per pint. And hot home-made pretzels for $2. It's a spot for locals. We have become locals.
I dunno about discount beer, but I've had some really good wine purchase at Aldi's for less than $5 per bottle. And I understand that Costo has a great beer and wine department. An exploratory mission is needed, soon.
And if you are in Wisconsin, Woodman's has hella good liquor and beer prices.
Speaking as a beer expert ....you get what you pay for.
Miller, Schaeffer, Schiltz, Rheingold and PBR all go for a low price.
If you drink Rolling Rock or Genesee Cream Ale you wake up in Honey Boo Boo's family.
If I am going to drink it then it has to be good.
I know the beers at all the joints I go to and get the ones that are the best bang for the buck. But go for quality over cost. You only live once.
Friday night we went to Mexican Polka Place and had Dos Equis on Tap. The couple I was with never had it on tap and they loved it. It was the darker Dos Equis and went down very smoothly. Since I had the leash off I out drank everyone two to one so it was a great night.
Sam Adams is a good beer. That's the alpha and omega of my beer knowledge right there. But even a non-beer drinker like me knew Sam Adams was good when I had one. I bet TT will back me up on that assessment too. After all, Sam Adams is New England to the max. I think it's about mid-range in price.
Haz, Costco has a great liquor dept. I'm buying the champagne for my daughter's wedding next Saturday @ Costco.
Barefoot wine is excellent IMO and very reasonable in price. Their Merlot, I know, Merlot is boring but it goes with you name it and I've never had a bad bottle.
Had there been an individual Sam Adams at the WF I would have purchased it. It would be runnin' through my veins right now. Sadly, there were none.
The reason I said Merlot is boring is not because I think Merlot is boring but because that was the consensus on the Bob and Tom Show where they went on and on about how great Pinot Noir is which maybe it is and maybe it isn't but I think it's the snob factor at work, I mean that silent T and all. Anyone else listen to Bob and Tom in the morning? Sometimes it's hilarious sometimes a little forced.
Yep, ricpic is right: Sam Adams isn't bad. It's the basic, "good" beer around here. If you don't want either a surprise or a headache, the various Sam Adams brews are pretty good.
But I'm not much of a beer drinker, so I don't go out of my way to buy beer unless there's a special occasion.
There was one recently: I came down with a kidney stone. My office mate is Czech, and he says the best thing for that is a lot of Pilsner Urquell. That's the REAL Pilsner beer from Pilsen, now in the Czech Republic. So, I found it in a local liquor store. It isn't expensive around here--about like Heineken or other mass-produced imported beer. But it's a whole lot better than the Heineken or Löwenbrau we get in this country. A LOT better. It's fairly dry, and light, but still has a lot of character. It's a real European beer, as opposed to the mass-produced, overpriced crap that passes for European and is no better than Budweiser. And it isn't some overdone, malty musty, fake, "craft" beer. Although by the time it gets to us, it's a little stale--which I regard as a good sign--it still has that local, European taste. It's not as sweet as southern Dutch or Belgian beer, but, again, I regard that as a good sign.
Anyway, my wife and I were pleasantly surprised, and, damn if I didn't pass a kidney stone with the first six-pack.
My X-rays show quite a few more stones.
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