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Its been a rough month, but a particularly rough week for Big Daddy, who had knee replacement surgery on Tuesday (not sure whose knee they used in place of his, but not my concern). He’s struggled for a couple days now, but seems to be on the road to a good recovery. So raise a glass of whatever you got, remember his terrible golf swing, and think good thoughts for him.
This year we’re playing Amesbury Country Club, no one’s home course, although Eric Shimp, Danno, Big Daddy, and I have all played it.
A few highlights of Amesbury:
Important changes for this event in 2012:
In listening to some music while making dinner (some time back in December), I started thinking about a playlist for this year’s triathlon (top five, without even thinking hard: Gin and Juice, Redemption Song, Sweet Child O’Mine, Oh No, and Chicken Fried)(and have since posted on that subject), but that led to thinking about what song we should play as a triathlete lumbers up to the podium, like a batter stepping up to the plate or a pitcher coming out of the bullpen. Not that we’re actually going to do this, just thinking about it.
First, I had to ask myself what song I would want (other than the Washington & Lee fight song, of course). Rather than decide, I asked the kids. Owen suggested the Beastie Boys “Rhymin’ and Stealin’ (“Ali Baba and the 40 thieves”), which touches the Cheats and Liars and the Middle East parts of my soul. Maeve suggested Led Zep’s “Your Time is Gonna Come,” which gets to my hoops frustrations. Leo immediately said “Redemption Song,” the Joe Strummer version, which speaks for itself.
And for everyone else…
Gary Cavanaugh: Aqualung (Jethro Tull)…yeah, I know, he wants “Born to Run,” but he knows he is more “sitting on a park bench” than “just wrap your legs ’round these velvet rims.”
JP: Hang On, Sloopy (The McCoys and every pub band in Ohio)
Otto: The Ohio State fight song or Anchors Away
Eric Lapham: Michigan’s fight song (if he comes up right after Otto) or Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For (U2) or Someday I Suppose (Mighty Mighty Bosstones)
Eric Shimp: Iowa fight song
Mike Graf: Wildflower (The Cult)
Chris Doyle: “My Old Kentucky Home” or something by Love Tractor, the Screaming Blue Messiahs, or the Feelies
Chris Heffernan: Ice Ice Baby (Vanilla Ice)
Steve Ball: something by Elvis, maybe “Can’t Help Falling in Love”
Chris Roy: I Get Knocked Down (aka “Tubthumping”) (Chumbawumba)
Tom McParland: I Fought the Law (The Clash)
Steve Schukraft: anything by That Petrol Emotion, Kraftwerk, or Public Image Limited…or maybe Buffet’s Margaritaville
Danno: the LumberJack Song (Monty Python)
Eric Marshall: Aces High (Iron Maiden)
Jason Madden: Remember the Name (Fort Minor)
Chris Sousa: “The Thunderer”
Ben Moeling: Oh No (Girl Talk) or maybe the original (Black Sabbath’s “War Pigs”)
Eric Gundrum: Rocky Mountain High (John Denver)
Mark Olson: My Way (Sinatra, of course…or maybe Kid Rock’s “Cowboy”)
Eamonn: Semper Fidelis (Marine Corps Band)
Big Daddy: Villanova Fight Song
Any disagreements with those choices? Can’t imagine everyone isn’t happy…
(imagine the Michigan fight song blaring when you look at the picture below)
this one based on an article about a Woodford Reserve Manhattan-making contest winner and for some reason reminds me of drinking appletinis while watching the first season of The Apprentice, although these manhattans are much better…
Fill a shaker with ice and sprinkle the ice with a little cinnamon. Then add a little more cinnamon. Rinse a half-jigger with bitters, then add a half-jigger of sweet vermouth to the shaker. Pour out 1 full measure of apple cider and 2.5 full measures bourbon (with an extra dash for your soul). Shake like hell on rails for a good 20 seconds, at least. Before straining, rub an apple slice around the inside of an iced martini glass, then garnish the glass with it. The very slowly drizzle a small amount of maple syrup in the glass, all the way around, about 3/4 of the way deep. One more shake and then pour and serve or sip yourself. Of course, rye is a perfectly good substitute. Double of course — if you’re drinking this Manhattan while watching Villanova basketball with Big Daddy, reminiscences of The Apprentice and appletinis will diminish faster than the bourbon in your glass.