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2016 – Pic of the Day

Big Daddy and Danno


Lift a glass to Big Daddy

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.

Big Daddy Sultan 2ELLT 2011 Post Race Big Daddy and GRafBig Daddy's clubs in the garage


Birthday Pic of the Day

Big Daddy is 80 today

Big Daddy Sultan 2

ELLT 2012 Event Preview: Golf at Amesbury Country Club

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:

  • only course I have ever played the same ball – without losing it – for all nine holes. Yes, that was also the last time I played golf (not messing with a good thing)
  • the first hole, despite the club’s own low-key description, is pretty great – a massive drop-off that makes your first drive off the first tee  a 400 yard smash. Provided you hit the ball, of course
  • the last hole sucks, unless you’re already done and watching the rest of the group try to drive the ball 395 yards horizontal and 70 yards vertical. And the green is unpleasant, too, unless you use the right putter.

Important changes for this event in 2012:

  • I’ll make this clear again when reviewing the rules around scoring, as well as over lunch before we play, and again when everyone tees off, but let me state this clearly right now — everyone is playing for their own score, against everyone else, across the entire field. What you individually shoot is what you get for the day. We are not having this discussion, although you’re welcome to any side bets you want to make.
  • In previous years, I have deferred to the better players and let them lead the entire group. That was a mistake. This year, the last foursome will be the four most likely playing for first place. The foursome in front of them will be the least likely playing for anything meaningful at all.
  • Including the prologue stage, this will be Eric Lapham’s third and last event of the weekend. The other three in his foursome are strongly encouraged to use sabotage, questionable and infuriating math skillz, and Red Bull laced with vodka to undermine his game.

ELLT Pic of the Day (#190)

and Big Daddy reveals the secret of his commanding golf game over all these years…he’s a Sultan…


“Now Batting” “Now Pitching” music

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)

An Apple Cider Manhattan

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.