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Clyde

April 15, 2010 · 3 Comments

Quote of the Day:

“Do not cease to drink beer, to eat, to intoxicate thyself, to make love, to celebrate the good days.” Egyptian Proverb

For some reason today TB got to thinkin’ back to my law school days, specifically the days passed in company with TDW at the old Holiday Inn Bar in Oxford, Mississippi. It doesn’t sound like a very happenin’ joint does it? Well, it wasn’t. But the place was run by an old black dude, well, old by my standards back then anyway, named Clyde. Clyde managed, tended bar, set out the complimentary hors d’oeurves, dispensed fresh darts, and wiped down the tables. At the Holiday Inn Bar in Oxford, it only took one dude to do all that you see. But the best thing ol’ Clyde did was disappear for long stretches.

I have no damn idea–check that–I have a couple of ideas but no actual evidence of what he did during those absences. Other than turning the place over to TB and TDW that is. Don’t get me wrong. If the place was hoppin’ on a given day, say the recently fired assistant football coaches had a table or an illicit romance was being conducted in the dark corner, you know, if three or more people were around, Clyde would do his thing on the scene. But so often, it was just TB and TDW and maybe a special guest drinker sometimes and when that was the case, Clyde would leave us in charge and go do whatever in the hell it was Clyde went to do.

Free darts, free snacks, the cheapest and cheesiest jukebox you ever saw–TDW still pats himself on the back for establishing the playlist/soundtrack of our law school years as “Me and Bobby McGee”, “Ain’t No Sunshine” and “I Touch Myself”–and unlimited access to the kegs–for TB and TDW, it was like a home away from home. But better than home what with the free food and unlimited beer. And we never even really talked much to Clyde other than to say hello and so long. He was just a shrewd judge of character, and he decided after it became obvious TB and TDW were gonna keep showing up that he liked us. How do I know? On about about the fourth or fifth trip Clyde disappeared on us for the first time. Becoming thirsty, we naturally helped ourselves to pitcher after pitcher of cold, refreshing, less filling beer. When it was time for us to stumble on our way Clyde was back in place behind the bar. “Ten Bucks!” he said as we gave him the “let’s settle up” sign. Well TB and TDW were then, as now, more or less honorable types. “Nah, while you were gone we had several pitchers. Several. Like, we quit counting after three.” We were not, after all, so honorable as to say “eleven, plus we each took a turn drinking straight from the tap.”

“Ten Bucks!”

“You sure?” This was too good to be true. We gave him twenty and he passed back ten.

“Ten Bucks!”

“Thanks Clyde, you are the man. We are coming back here forever.”

And so we did. And it was always ten bucks. I don’t know why he liked us. The only thing I can come up with is he really liked TDW’s taste in music.

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TB Ain’t Predictin It or Nuthin, But What If the Saints Go to the Super Bowl?

December 16, 2009 · 11 Comments

Joke of the Day:

After he was dead, Boudreaux discovered himself in Hell. He looked around awhile, then went right to work shoveling brimstone. The devil came up to him and said, “How you like it here, my friend? It’s hard work and it’s hot, yeah?”

Boudreaux just smiled and answered, “It ain’t so bad. The work is steady. I got no problem with steady work. And it ain’t so hot. You think dis is hot? Man, I’m from south Lousiana — It hot there, my fren! Dis here ain’t nothin.” He just laughed and went back to work singing and having a high old time.

Satan, being a former Texan, did not like Cajuns. He said to himself, “I’ll get him. So he don’t mind the hot, huh?” Satan waved a hand and the whole place was suddenly ice and snow, solid. And he said, “That’ll fix dat fool!”

When he went back to check on Boudreaux, he found him jumping up and yelling and laughing and clapping and dancing. So Satan said, “Man, what’s wrong with you?!”

Boudreaux smiled big and replied, “Dem Saints done won da Super Bowl!

Super Bowl XLIV will be played in Miami, Florida, on February 7, 2010. The New Orleans Saints have a pretty good chance of playing in it, good enough at least to start planning a (fully refundable) trip. It is with such thoughts in mind that I recalled a day back around 1983 or 1984 and the famed living room on Del Norte Circle which served as the center of the sporting and culinary universe for my old asshole runnin buddies. Back in the day Zeek’s folks, Mary B and Buddha used to have a running wager with Sweet’s parents, Waldo and Mamoo. Whoever lost the Ole Miss-Tulane football game always hosted a day of gridiron and gumbo, beer and (once the ladies left) bourbon.

It so happened that year that Waldo was hosting and a young, impressionable TB was in attendance, learning quietly from Sweet the ins and outs of point spreads, the juice and teaser odds. Perhaps it is because these were the early days of my semi-residence at Del Norte that Waldo has never acknowledged my presence or perhaps it was the beer or more likely still the bourbon that has distorted his recollection. Whatever the case, the fact of my presence has become more important than ever in this year of 13-0 Saints because of what Waldo has no choice but to acknowledge: a solemn oath was made, inscribed upon a roux-stained cocktail napkin, that if and when the New Orleans Saints ever played in the Super Bowl, he would take everybody present at that moment to the game. And so I was curious about where we might travel come February. I hear Miami is nice that time of year.

The cost for Waldo? Well there’s Sweet, Zeek and Greeg which he doesn’t dispute and me, who I feel sure he will no longer deny. Maybe Rusty? A few others probably. All told we can get in the game for about $3500 apiece according to one travel site I consulted. We get three nights in a nice hotel, a ticket, a program and a ride to and from the stadium. Hmmm. I don’t think Waldo’s gonna be able to keep that vow. And I’m a reasonable man–when the oath was given tickets were probably around $75 bucks a pop. Inflation he could’ve reasonably expected but this is ridiculous. So I’ll tell you what Waldo–actually I guess Sweet will relay this to you since you aren’t hip to the web–let’s make a deal. Get with Greeg and put together a prime batch of home brew, fuel up your car–better yet let’s rent a camper–grab a random stack of your old scorecards for settling arguments and let’s all go for the weekend. We can even bring the rest of the ARB’s old and young alike. Screw the game, we’ll watch on TV and we’ll roam the streets and tan our guts and tell old lies and if we see Morten Anderson we’ll whip his ass like we should have back in ’86, and when its almost over we’ll break out the bourbon to keep it going a little bit longer.

On second thought, let’s skip the bourbon. People do stupid things when they get on the dark stuff.

And if the Saints don’t make it this year the deal’s off. I take great pleasure in hoarding that future ticket in my hip pocket.

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Goin Ridin

October 7, 2009 · 3 Comments

Quote of the Day:

“Buy the ticket. Take the ride.” –Hunter S. Thompson

It’s 77 and sunny today in Ridgeland, the kind of day that usually makes TB want to be outside fishing, hiking, biking or the like. But today the old XM Roady 2 breathed its last. So I broke out the earbuds and listened to some old school tunage on my ipod, along with some more recent songs that remind me of the old days. I didn’t want to be out in the beautiful weather being active after awhile. I wanted to go ridin with a couple of my old asshole runnin buddies, without a destination in mind, a cooler of beer in the back, the windows down, and talkin about nothin, if talkin at all.

We all have to work, we all want to spend as much time as possible with our kids who are growing up a helluva lot faster than we did. There isn’t enough time any more for our ARB’s, at least not real time. I try to squeeze in a day or an evening here and there and it’s always good when I can. For the most part we hold on to the ARB bonds, the oldest we have outside our folks, through email and blog arguments and one liners in text messages. But I haven’t been ridin in years, and today I wanted to in the worst way. I had to settle for a little time travellin in my mind, and parenthetically, I wonder, are those memories really held in brain cells hobbled by age and ancient mistreatment or is the almost physical sensation I get when tapping them simply psychosomatic?

Any day of ridin consists of a cruise down Beach Boulevard, then up Market Street in Pascagoula. I think it would be nice to double back down Market and come up Pascagoula Street past PJ and the old PHS and across Highway 90 to the Fort for a bladder break. Since its mind travellin, we’d go from there out to Sardis, check out the crops in the woods near Clear Creek, then head back to the coast for the cruise over to Perdido with no traffic on the Jubilee Bridge, and before long under the tent for a couple of hours at the Flora-Bama. Ain’t no roadblocks on this trip, so we’ll restock the cooler and head for the A1A, 45 miles per hour down through the Keys, slowing to 25 over the 7 Mile Bridge. There’s no good ridin once you get to Key West, so after Big Pine Key we’ll just pull back into the Point in Goula and talk about the days when we’d have had a good bonfire goin here, and any girl you were hopin to see would be cruisin through before long, and maybe she’d jump in for a ride back over to the Fort, just for a little while, but not now, just back in the day.

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6 Questions That Go Well With Beer

August 21, 2009 · 11 Comments

Quote of the Weekend:
“A fine beer may be judged with only one sip, but its better to be thoroughly sure.” –Czech proverb
  1. What aspect of American culture could you least live without–Professional and NCAA spectator sports, the Internet, Up to the minute news, movies and tv entertainment (includes internet watching), something else?
  2. What is the best beer drinkin song you know, or at least the best you can think of right now, or hell, a whole beer drinkin playlist if you got one?
  3. Who’s the coolest movie star, dead and alive?
  4. What one band or performer would you most like to have seen live in their prime?
  5. Redd Foxx in the 60′s, Richard Prior in the 70′s, Eddie Murphy in the 80′s, Chris Rock in the 90′s or Dave Chappell in the 00′s?
  6. Got anybody you wanna dedicate this song to?

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Spotlight on the Commenters–Smiley’s Story, and A Conversation From 1990

May 8, 2009 · 28 Comments

Quote of the Day:     “Better belly burst than good liquor be lost.”     –Jonathon Swift

TB gets a lot of pleasure from reading the commentary that appears below my posts. About a week ago I put out a plea for reminders of old ARB stories that need to be recorded in letters in addition to the oral tradition. That post by the way will remain open and when an ARB thinks of another to add, don’t hesitate just because we’ve moved on to something new. 

I’ve also been thinking of a way to show appreciation for your participation and being that the TB balance sheet is in a state of equilibrium (a nice way of saying zero) I thought I’d institute a “Comment of the Week” feature rather than doling out some major award that would throw my ledger out of balance. Just don’t necessarily expect to see it every week. But this week, the award goes to Smily for his reminder of a funny but embarrassing episode from our college days. Smily takes pride in telling the story linked here (14th comment) because it is one of the only times in his half decade of college attendance that he was (relatively) sober, trying to impress a high school aged girlfriend that day with his college maturity and sophistication. Still, its all true as he relates, and pretty funny to boot. Lest anyone who doesn’t know Smily get the wrong idea about his role in our college runnin days, I submit for your enjoyment the text of a conversation we had one night circa 1990.

First, a little background. In those days Smily and TB along with Greekson were in school at Mississippi State. None of us had joined frats so there was only one option for weekend activities (defined as Wed night through Sunday afternoon) for underage punks and that was to drink in our dorms/apartments until time to go to The Landing twenty miles away to shoot pool, then up to Doug’s another mile back toward campus for late night bands and girl chasin. Most people didn’t go out until Doug’s got crankin, typically around 10:30. However, by that time you had to pay a cover charge, probably three to five bucks, or in terms we could better understand at the time, more than a six pack. Once inside, beers were another buck and a half. High cotton indeed. None of us had much in the way of spending money and when it came to booze we were quite protective of our purchases. Often we would pool our money but with the clear understanding that we each would get beers or drinks in direct proportion to how much we contributed and not a sip more. It’s not that we were stingy; it was just the law of the jungle.

But there was a way around spending too much money, especially on Thursdays. From 7:00 to 8:00 pm Doug’s had no cover and nickel beer. Now, this beer was god-awful lukewarm Beast lite, but then again, it was a nickel. Alone that probably wouldn’t have attracted us but what sealed the deal was we could get a stamp at 8 allowing us back in for the rest of the night so we could avoid the cover charge. We would leave Doug’s after getting stamped and drive over to the Landing which never charged cover. Still, they did want that buck and a half for beer and nobody really got there until around 9. So we’d sit in the car shooting the breeze and listening to classic rock and drinking our Miller Lite from Sack and Save (3 bucks per 6). Finally in to The Landing, then over to Doug’s later on and occasionally all the way to Crawford to Mack’s Supper Club (“we open up when everybody else shuts down”–but a story for another day.)

One night for some reason we were drinking 7&7′s instead of beer and were parked at Doug’s instead of The Landing diggin on tunes and arguin about anything. I liked to sit in the back seat and be in charge of the drinks and on this night I was doing the mixing and serving from my usual place. Greekson always drove and Smily had shotgun. That fact isn’t pertinent to this story but it was an extremely important accord we’d reached in those days so I include it to give a more complete sense of that time and place. Anyway, I fixed myself a drink, then one for Greekson and Smily and passed them forward. We’d already had a few drinks, but weren’t overserved so what follows cannot be excused by drunkenness. It’s just Smily bein Smily.

Greekson–Hey man, hurry up with that drink. I ain’t got all night to sit here being sober.

TB–Don’t make me kick your ass again Greekson. Here, enjoy. Here’s yours too Smily.

Smily–Why do I get the smallest cup?

TB–Because I always use this one-it’s my lucky cup and Greekson already drank out of his.

Smily–That’s BS, you gave me the smallest cup on purpose.

TB–What difference does it make?

Smily–MY DRINK IS WEAKER ASSHOLE!

TB–What?

Smily–Y’all are gonna get more liquor.

TB–How so? I’ll just pour you another drink sooner than I will for us.

Smily–Y’all are gonna get more. My drink isn’t as strong as yours.

Greekson–(staring incredulously)

TB–Say that again.

Smily–Y’ALL’S DRINKS ARE STRONGER!

TB–SMILY YOU’RE A DAMN IDIOT! THE SIZE OF THE CUP MAKES NO DIFFERENCE IN THE STRENGTH OF THE DRINK! (the music was turned up really loud)

Smily–Greekson, tell him what I’m talkin about.

Greekson–I have no idea what you’re talkin about.

Smily–Y’all are tryin to screw me.

TB–Listen, the strength of the drink has nothing to do with the size of the cup. It’s all about the proportion of 7 up to liquor. I made everybody’s half and half. As soon as you finish yours I’ll make you another one.

Smily–Right. But mine will be weaker.

TB–Greekson, can you help me out here.

Greekson–(launches in to a scientist’s explanation of the principle of size vs strength, Smily and TB’s eyes glazing over, and ending with) So just shut up for once and drink!

Smily–Don’t make me kick your ass again Greekson.

Greekson–(muttering to self)

TB–Dude, you’re not really serious about this one are you?

Smily–Y’all are screwin me.

TB–Well, you’re stuck with that cup and I’m never gonna let you live this down. I swear to God you can argue with a brick wall.

Smily–Fine

<ten seconds of silence, except for AC/DC>

Smily–Since when is that your lucky cup????

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Saturday Football Bloggin II

October 4, 2008 · 3 Comments

Anybody got anything to say today? 

TB hasn’t been able to watch any games until now. I’ve been grovin here at Ole Miss where the Rebels put up a valiant effort, but could not overcome the Sports Illustrated cover jinx. All I know is the final score, but I heard SC took advantage of a bunch of Reb turnovers.  

A very tough loss for the Tulane Greenies. A blowout against Army. That’s gonna leave a mark.

F’in Florida runs up the gut and breaks a long one instead of just going to the V formation to get the cover against Arkansas.

Kentucky hanging so far with Bama and Vandy Auburn just underway. I love betting against Bama as a big fave. Looks like UK will cover unless something strange happens.

Any chance Fido can give us an update on his debauchery today? Coach teajay? Sweet? TB’s planning on having a couple of cold ones tonight with some New Yorkers, but my wild days are ancient history.

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The Mississippi Debate in a Bizarro Universe

September 25, 2008 · 9 Comments

Word of the Day     Truthiness–”truth that comes from the gut, not books” –Stephen Colbert; the quality of preferring concepts or facts one wishes to be true rather than concepts or facts known to be true  –American Dialect Society

TB was wondering what a Presidential debate between Obama and McCain would sound like if both sides could inject their opponent with a “truthiness” serum to force both to speak as they are depicted in chain emails, blogs, and FOX News. The format of my debate is, of course, a conversation between the candidates.

  • McCain–Guten tag, Friends.
  • Obama-Yo wassup comrades.
  • M-Let’s start with the pledge of allegiance.
  • O-Dude, you know I ain’t down with that.
  • M-I pledge allegiance to everyone who makes over a million dollars, and to the corporations for which they stand, one nation, under my thumb, without liberals, its just us against all.
  • O-I think we’d do better to start by thanking Allah for everything, and warning you that there are 19 suicide bombers secretly placed around the building in case anyone tries something funny.
  • M-Let’s talk about the Constitution.
  • O-Sounds great. I’m a scholar you know. My favorite part is Section 13, Article 7, Verse 1: And Allah said, “let there be reperations.” Oh wait, that’s the part I’m going to introduce after I’m elected.
  • M-My friend, I think we should burn the whole thing.
  • O-Where do you stand on the financial system oversight proposals?
  • M-I’m sorry, I nodded off for a minute. Did I remember to take my heart pill? Anyway, I think we were talking about increasing parity in the Southeastern Conference.
  • O-Say, just how “married” is Sarah Palin anyway. I think she’s looking at me.
  • M-Yeah, she asked me to get your number. I already gave it my best shot, but being a war hero just doesn’t go as far as it used to. Speaking of war, my friend, it is my understanding that you are opposed to my plans to attack Iran and Russia and to march in to Canada and Cancun to liberate the English speaking peoples of North America, allowing them to join our Reich.
  • O-Until you agree to convert the populace to Wiccan, I cannot agree with your proposal. Perhaps if you would agree to relocate the Federal Treasury to Somalia, we could negotiate over the middle ground.
  • M-I think its time for my nap. My friend, let’s get out of here.
  • O-Sounds good, but follow me. I don’t want to run in to any servicemen on the way out. I hate shaking hands with soldiers. But first we should bid the audience farewell.
  • O-Peace out ya’ll.
  • M-Heil Myself.
  • M-Just meet me at my house. My friend, I have a fridge full of beer.
  • O-Sure, as long as Sarah’s coming. Which house?
  • M-I forget.

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The Concerts List

September 15, 2008 · 34 Comments

Quote of the Day     

Nigel Tufnel–”We were told they knew how to rock in Shelbyville!” (crowd boos)

Derek Smalls–”But nobody rocks like…..(pauses to look on guitar for sticky note of what town he’s in)…..Springfield!” (crowd roars)

–from The Simpsons, The Otto Show episode, guest starring Spinal Tap

Reading the excellent music submissions in last week’s pick’em contest, along with the heartwarming stories of concerts past shared by Sweet and Zeek, have inspired me to publish this Concerts list. The factors I’ve taken in to consideration include the crowd reaction, the location, the company, how much or little I can actually recall (whether due to passing years or passing out), but mostly how much ass they kicked.  Here’s my top ten, my cheesiest, the ones I’m looking for now, and the ones that got away.

Cheesiest–Cinderella around 1987 and Brooks and Dunn sometime in the 90′s. I know I’m blocking out something worse.

The ones that got away–Jimmy Buffett, AC/DC, Waylon Jennings

On my list right now–White Stripes and Shooter Jennings

And the top ten:

10. Bruce Hornsby and the Range–Yes, its a strange choice and one in which the performer kicked no ass. But I saw this back in 1986 on Pensacola Beach, Florida. I went with my girlfriend Tracy, Smiley, and Tracy’s strange older sister in who’s van we boarded. A very strange, excellent weekend.

9.  Cross Canadian Ragweed–at the racetrack in Houston, Texas. This was a surprise concert for me after a couple of days of work in Texas and shortly after I discovered the alt country genre. Won a bunch of money on the ponies with Christy, drunk a bunch of cold beer, and sang along at the top of our voices to “The Boys From Oklahoma.” And found out Houston could be a pretty fun town, at least once the sun goes down.

8.  Bon Jovi–1986 in Biloxi. They were at the height of their popularity then. Larry and I went over after baseball practice, snagged some nice seats to the left of the stage and just waited for the girls to find us. That’s the night Ashley Hayes fell into my arms. Livin on a Prayer, indeed.

7.  The Allman Brothers, with Blues Traveller–1994 at the amphitheater at Mississippi State. I went with three total strangers from law school on a last second whim. I think I was slamming beers outside at the Gin in Oxford when these dudes down the bar said to come along as they had an extra ticket. The Allman’s, or whoever makes up the modern version of them played a long time and kicked a very large amount of ass. It has been said you can pass out during an Allman’s concert and wake up to find the same tune is still ongoing.

6.  BB King–around 1993, at the Mississippi Delta Blues Festival, in a field outside Greenville. What made this one great was the setting. Well, that and you could bring in your own coolers. Also the ribs. And they unveiled the Elvis postage stamp. And Little Feat. And this older woman (younger than I am now, I’m certain) who I danced with all night. And the lightning bugs.

5.  Elvis Costello–2004 at the Austin City Limits Music Festival. Really, it was the whole night time lineup, including Cake, Pat Green, the Pixies, and some others I can’t think of right now. I’d never been much of a fan of Costello before then, but man his live show rocked and I’ve dug him ever since. All those evening shows were good and the crowd energy was electric. And maybe it seemed so awesome because it was no longer 110 degrees after about 6 o’clock.

4.  Robert Earl Keen–some bar in Charleston, S.C. Robert Earl is probably my favorite singer and it was great to see him live and in such an intimate setting. He played all his best tunes, was funny as hell and everybody in the place knew all the words to every song. 

3.  Motley Crue–July 2, 1987 in Biloxi. This is one where we loaded up Scoop’s Dad’s van with about 20 cases of beer and at least seven bodies. Also the first time I ever saw cocaine. Tommy Lee turned upside-down above the crowd in a cage during his drum solo. I think Sweet got Jack Daniels spit on him by Nikki Sixx, but I’m not sure about that. The Crue freakin rocked dude.

2.  U2–2005 in Chicago. I’ve always liked U2, but seeing them live, even though they are old now, made me really understand the hoopla. Bono has the charisma, the showmanship, the kevorka. You cannot look away when he’s singing or talking. 

1.  Cowboy Mouth–1993 at Lafayette’s (now the Library) in Oxford, around 2000 somewhere in Biloxi, 2005 at Voodoo Fest relocated to Memphis, and probably a dozen other times. These guys really should’ve been bigger stars. Goofy lookin Fred kicks more ass than any lead singer ever, and doing that from the drums just adds to the spectacle. Yeah, he’s been using the same script all these years, but you still buy into it. You take one step forward when he says to. You don’t think about tomorrow. You release your physical, emotional and sexual energy. You sing along to “Jenny Says” for thirty minutes at the end. And you leave with a smile on your face and wanting to do it all again.

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Snowman and the Bandit

September 2, 2008 · 9 Comments

Quote of the Day     “For 50 years, all I’d done was take, take, take.  I decided from now on it is going to be giving.  And I’m way behind.  We’re all way behind. We live this life like what’s down here is what it’s all about. We’re temporary, son, like a wisp of smoke.”     –Jerry Reed

This isn’t a eulogy, and I’m not even going to write about Jerry Reed’s passing today. But I happened to read one of his obituaries and saw this beautiful quote, and I couldn’t let it go without sharing here.  I love that last sentence.  

And let me tell you something else.  Smokey and the Bandit was a damned good movie.  It is perhaps the most underrated quotable movie of all time and is funny as hell from the premise to the facial expressions to the incredibly, poetically, foul language.  Jackie Gleason, Burt Reynolds, Jerry Reed, and Sally Fields all had their greatest roles in this movie as far as I’m concerned.  The landscape of the 1970′s South that passes by in a Trans-Am blur is drably beautiful.  Why Big Enos and Little Enos didn’t have a huge career after their transcendent performances is a mystery, but the movie couldn’t have begun or ended without them.  The local yokel extras who delivered their lines with such aplomb, the hot pants, the illicit Coors beer, East Bound and Down…my God, they must have had a helluva good time putting all this together. It’s a definite top ten of all time contender for TB.

I hope ole Burt’s got a good asshole runnin drinkin buddy tonight.

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Pickin on Thursdays

August 28, 2008 · 16 Comments

Quote of the Day     “For most men (till by losing rendered sager), Will back their opinions with a wager.”     George Gordon, Lord Byron, from “Beppo”

Before you act on any of the information contained in today’s post, be forewarned that TB has had only brief interludes of success in his gambling career.  But the weekend’s comin and it’s football season which means you have to pick college games against the spread. I’m going to give you five regular picks plus a five star, guaranteed, money back, free picks for the rest of the year if I lose, lead pipe, shoo-in, lock of the year, pick each week. If you have a pick of the week, please leave it as a comment.  I’ll report each week on the success or lack thereof on each picker, and create some major awards at the end of the year for the best and worst prognosticators.

A surer bet and a good way to forget about losing your weekly office pool is to turn off the TV at some point on Saturday, open a beer if you haven’t already, and listen to some good tunes over the weekend.  In that spirit, I also offer a six song playlist from my Ipod library and invite you to add a song or a few that ought to go on it.  So here we go.

  • Illinois +8′ over Missouri   
  • Hawaii +35 over Florida
  • USM -10′ over ULaLa
  • Michigan -3′ over Utah
  • Memphis +7′ over Ole Miss

TB’s PICK OF THE WEEK–Clemson -4′ over Alabama

I may look at all of these differently come Saturday morning, and I really have no analysis as a basis for the picks other than Memphis usually plays Ole Miss close and I heard Clemson was supposed to be good this year.  So feel free to castigate me, but don’t come cryin that you relied on TB and blew your paycheck.

This weekend’s playlist, and I’m playin it loud:

  •  Turn it Up–Todd Snider
  • Amarillo Highway–Robert Earl Keen
  • Late Last Night–Cross Canadian Ragweed
  • Hurricane Party–Cowboy Mouth  
  • Pump it Up–Elvis Costello
  • Oh, Atlanta–Little Feat
I’m feelin a little thirsty all of a sudden.

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