Rad shirts and urinal etiquette


I was wearing this sweet Milwaukee T-shirt from Brew City at a bar one night when the following exchange went down in the bathroom:

Me: (standing at urinal – doing what one generally does at a urinal)
Dude in bathroom: (washing his hands at an uncomfortably close sink) “Hey man is that a rad Milwaukee shirt?”
Me: (staring straight ahead in concentration mode) “I guess so.”
Dude: “I thought so but I didn’t want it to look like I was staring at your junk so I thought I’d ask.”
Me: “I appreciate that.”

(awkward silence)

The End

Black Friday Balls


No, the title wasn’t the result of a horrible trampling accident. I was physically unscathed in our hunt for door busters. Mentally though, I don’t know how long it will take me to recover. From the line cutters at Target that scooped up all the 46″ TV’s to the lady at Sears (at 4am) that had to butt in front of me at the checkout for a “quick” question on where to get a replacement knob for her Kenmore range. Really lady you had to do that on Black Friday? Because I’m pretty sure the level of customer service varies inversely with the number of people in the store (amongst other things). That might be why the salesman’s response was “not here”.

Anyway I thought this picture of the front page of Sports Authority’s Black Friday ad epitomizes what a sale should be. 50% off every ball. Simple, all-inclusive, awesome.

Really ESPN?


Wisconsin has two guys on top of the sports world and you don’t even know what state we are. I’m sure Minnesota is flattered but come on; go back to 5th grade, learn some geography, and then remember there is a little bit of country between the two coasts you love to show so much bias towards.

Something For Everyone


Sur La Table shifts gears in September as they start their Fall series of cooking lessons – right after finishing the last of their classes for aspiring serial killers on the 13th.

Beer Me: Cran-Bic Ale


This limited edition brew from the makers of Spotted Cow – New Glarus Brewing – is a tasty treat. With its fancy foil wrapped top and tart & fruity taste, it’s sophisticated enough to share with that special lady over a romantic dinner. On the other hand, it’s still beer-y enough to enjoy by yourself with some pigs in blankets and football on the tv. The beer doesn’t judge and neither should you.

No yelling on the bus!!!


Ok, there was plenty of yelling as I drove the short bus for my brother’s bachelor party last weekend. Who hasn’t always wanted to drive one of these things?! And lean over to push that lever to open the double doors. I was more than happy to be the DD in exchange for that enjoyment. Plus the hole in the floor next to my right foot let all the exhaust fumes in that I needed for a good time. I had to pull a Chris Farley from Billy Madison and threaten to turn the bus around when someone opened the back door an let the battery charger roll out. By the time we made a u-turn the local Sanford and Son scooped it up and fled the scene. Jackpot.

Thanks to Mike (pictured) for hanging up front with me.