Monday, April 2, 2007

BATTER UP!!!

Today is officially OPENING DAY around most major league baseball parks, as the true rite of spring, better known as America's Pastime takes place. All hope is renewed this time of year; of a winning season and perhaps, hopes of a World Series trophy coming back with the home team.

The NEW YORK YANKEES host the TAMPA BAY DEVIL RAYS in their home opener this afternoon and the stadium will be overflowing with die-hard fans, looking to get a glimpse at this year's team. The other New York team, the METS, opened their season with a road victory over the defending champs, the ST. LOUIS CARDINALS. A nice way to start the season.

Of course, the bar will have all the baseball you can stomach, all afternoon as well as the usual drink specials to go with it, so bring your lunch and catch the action!

Yesterday was a rather slow afternoon back at the ranch; that doesn't mean that there weren't any unusual moments. Whenever I work, unusual moments seem to follow me. In this particular instance, there were two nice couples, sitting at the bar, minding their own business, and doing the canoodling thing. No big deal.

All of a sudden, this long-haired freak bounds into the bar like a bat out of hell and plops his ass onto one of the barstools. He was a shaggy-haired individual, with a long, motorcycle handled mustache and greasy looking clothes. He reminded me of one of the roadies from a touring rock band. As soon as he came in, I knew he would be a handful and sure enough, he was.

Apparently he drove in from Chicago with a couple of buddies, on "a job"; Now the "job" took him to Pennsylvania originally; then the guy's boss decided to take a drive to the Big Apple to visit some family. So Mr. Roadie Guy decided to tag along and happened to stop into the bar to kill some time while his boss was attending to his personal affairs.

Now the guy was only in the bar for about 20 minutes, tops; yet those 20 minutes seemed like hours as he was like a space cadet, bouncing all over the place; One minute he's asking about places to score some p****, next thing you know, he's screaming into his cell phone to his girlfriend, er, wife, er, whatever she was. It was pretty strange. I'm going to safely assume that his happy demeanor was "chemically assisted", if you know what I mean. While he was relatively harmless, he was definitely a strange bird. In any case, I did what any honorable bartender would do: I sent him to TONIC, which was about six blocks away. I'm sure he'd be very happy there and hell, they'll take anyone with a sawbuck in his hand...

TONIGHT: NCAA NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP (Ohio State vs Florida), 9pm; $1.00 Bud, Bud Light and Coors Light MUGS, and perhaps a victory dance by the SWANFATHER after a victory by "America's Team", the Ohio State Buckeyes???? Stay tuned....


nuff said