SUNDAY FUNDAY RE-CAP

(Brew Crew members sharing their thoughts on bar snacks)

Yesterday was FAN-tasy Football Sunday (aka Sunday Funday) at the bar and while we had most of the usual cast of characters in attendance, the way the day unfolded was different than usual.


The 1:00 pm games started out slowly, both on and off the field. We got a surprise visit from our former day bartender, THE SPIN DOCTOR, who stopped by after seeing his friends run in the Annual Tunnel to Towers run in downtown Manhattan. It was great seeing him again and of course, he didn't miss a beat with his usual jokes and antics. He was joined by MR. LOW-KEY, JOEY CRACK (one of our barbacks) and AFRIKA BAMBATTA (who decided to show up anyway, even though his team had a bye week), which usually means trouble.

The crowd was light early on, with the majority of them in to check out their beloved METS in action, with a playoff berth on the line. I decided to be a nice guy and put the game on the big screen so that everyone could keep track of the action from any vantage point in the bar. At one point, these three guys came in the bar, walked by everyone and plopped down on the benches by the big screen and began watching the game. I waited a few minutes to see if they were going to place an order; instead, they just got comfortable and settled in to watch the game. So I looked at MR. LOW-KEY (who gave me a smirk and shook his head) and said "What the f***?"

"Excuse me guys, but can I get you anything?" I asked from behind the bar.

"Um, no thanks. We're good." one of the guys replied.

"Well, you gotta order something, pal; this ain't no library!" I responded.

The boys looked startled and I can hear the Brew Crew guys snickering from behind their newspapers. Eventually the guys came up and ordered some drinks. Normally I'm not that blunt, but I found myself getting annoyed by their actions. On most Sundays I'm usually manning the bar by myself; that means serving drinks, cleaning up messes, etc. It's a pain as it is when you are cleaning up after drunk patrons that actually buy drinks. But to have to clean up after plonkers who bring their own grub and try to check out the games without even buying a drink- that burns me up. We pay a lot of money to be able to air the satellite games so at the very least, buy a beer or a soda (if you are the non-alcohol type) to help pay for the cost of the feed. Jackasses.

As the afternoon went on, the number of patrons increased and the Brew Crew members began trickling in. At the same time, the die-hard Met fans were watching their dreams crumble as their team was falling apart in the first inning. Leave it to AFRIKA BAMBATTA to stir the pot and kick a man while he's down. Leveling taunts every chance he could, leave it to the guy with a bye week to drive folks crazy.

By the time we reached the 4pm games, the bar was flowing nicely and folks were ordering drinks at a pretty rapid clip. At one point I actually found myself in the weeds with empty glasses piling up. It seemed that every time I tried to knock out some glasses, someone would order a drink (or in some cases, multiple drinks). I eventually caught up with the glasses, but not without having to yell at some of the drunken Brew Crew members to slow down on their consumption for a few minutes.

I figured out later that the reason some of the Brew Crew members were speeding through drinks at a rapid clip was because they were going to the NY Giants game and wanted to get their pre-game in beforehand. MR. CHIPS and SUPERFLY SHAFT, two of the more die-hard Giants fans even illustrated their pre-game ritual for the crowd. Apparently they like to sneak in their own stash of hooch for the game (to avoid having to leave their seats to buy drinks I guess). Note the ritual below:








When asked how does he get his "contraband" in without getting frisked, he replied: "Well, I'm so large that they see me in this big jersey and just assume that it's just fat. So I walk right in..." Priceless.

NAPOLEON DYNAMITE, SILENT BOB and NATE the GREAT stopped in late after a round of golf. First thing we noticed right away was NAPOLEON's shorts.

What on earth was this guy thinking????

As the 4pm games kicked off, the PITTSBURGH STEELER fans were pumped up, as usual. Dressed in their black and gold, they were totally looking forward to giving their opponent, the Arizona Cardinals, a royal ass-whipping. Problem was that no one sent that memo to the Arizona Cardinals. This team showed up to play and it threw the Steeler Nation fans for a loop! As the game went on, the cheers turned into disgust and anger and next thing you knew, you had a grumpy group of fans, ready to kill and rip out the TV's. NAPOLEON even began to cry when they lost the game. Are you kidding me? Grown men don't cry! Grown men don't cry in bars! Grown men don't cry in bars after a game, in front of AFRIKA BAMBATTA!




Are you kiddin' me???

Meanwhile, not to keep dwelling on AFRIKA BAMBATTA again, but he had us in stitches yesterday. From his tales of attending a "dorm party" at Fordham University to him pulling his "RICKEY HENDERSON" act on NURSE BETTY and her smokin' hot crew, he was good for several laughs all day long.

Speaking of NURSE BETTY, she rolled in with a crew of three co-workers and whenever she stops by the bar, you can be assured that everyone will have a good time. She's cute, outgoing, and a truly diehard NY Yankee fan (not her fault, she don't know any better). So after some good natured ribbing and a few shots, we decided that we are going to come up with a creative wager for the upcoming Yankees/Indians playoff series. I have a few days to come up with something good to bet with. Of course, my wheels are turning so fast that smoke is coming out of my ears! Back to RICKEY HENDERSON, err I mean, AFRIKA BAMBATTA.

Once NURSE BETTY and her crew came in, his head turned 360 degrees, like that chick in THE EXORCIST. He came over to me for a scouting report, while putting on his base-stealing gloves. Once he got the 411 on his intended target, he stretched out for a bit and next thing you know- POOF! He's off to the races.

NURSE BETTY and her crew....



Guess who keeps going for the cleavage shots?

Whoa.

Check out RICKEY'S "tagging up skills".... (note the hands)


All in all, it turned out to be a pretty good day, in spite of some of the weirdness taking place. My feet hurt today which is a good sign that I was busy, so I guess that's a good thing (for the bar anyways).

DOLLAR DRAFT MADNESS TONIGHT ($1.00 Bud/Bud Light MUGS, ALL NIGHT LONG!). NEW ENGLAND vs CINCINNATI @ 8pm for MONDAY NIGHT FOOTBALL; N.L. WILD CARD PLAY-IN GAME (San Diego vs Colorado), 7:30pm!


Have a good one!


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