November 21, 2014

SportsFilter: The Friday Huddle:

A place to discuss the sports stories that aren't making news, share links that aren't quite front-page material, and diagram plays on your hand. Remember to count to five Mississippi before commenting in anger.

posted by huddle to general at 06:00 AM - 12 comments

2008 Lions uncorked the champagne at the conclusion of the Raiders-Chiefs game last night.

posted by beaverboard at 07:53 AM on November 21, 2014

2008 Lions uncorked the Boone's Farm

Fixed that for you.

posted by Bonkers at 08:03 AM on November 21, 2014

That is hysterical. Holy Mary and Sweet Saint Joseph.

posted by beaverboard at 09:20 AM on November 21, 2014

2008 Lions uncorked the Boone's Farm

No one will ever beat 3 Monks Muscatel. When I was in college (early 1960s) this 55-cent per gallon stuff was the go-to choice for a cheap buzz. The problem was finding an appropriate brown paper sack and a comfortable curbstone.

posted by Howard_T at 05:23 PM on November 21, 2014

Boone's was pretty common in my college days (Rochester, NY in the mid-90s) but the one I was always impressed by was Night Train: not only did Guns & Roses sing about it, but we once forgot a bottle in the freezer of our microfridge over a week-long break. Came back and it still wasn't frozen. I think it was avgas.

posted by yerfatma at 07:18 PM on November 21, 2014

Boone's was pretty common in my college days

Mine, too (I think we're contemporaries), but only with the ladies. Us gentlemen of distinction only toasted with M/D 20-20.

posted by tahoemoj at 08:30 PM on November 21, 2014

When I realized that I had no hope of ever being commissioned a Kentucky Colonel, I began to pin my hopes on landing an honorary appointment to the Boone's Farm Apple Corps.

First began drinking the stuff as an underage high school kid and thought it was a syrup-titious local potion. I had no idea it was made in giant vats on an industrial basis and was widely available. I assumed they were making it in the barn on the sly because I was drinking it in my darkened room on the sly. When I saw the first national ad campaign for the stuff I had stashed under my bed, I felt like my cover was blown. It was terribly unsettling. I wanted to visit the kindly Boone family at their bucolic farm to lament the loss of our little secret.

posted by beaverboard at 09:51 PM on November 21, 2014

How about the title of this thread be changed to "The Dark Confessions of Secret Alcoholic SpoFites"?

One of my more horrific memories is of liberty in Pusan, Korea, on a very cold evening in early March. We were walking Green Street (think of the Reeperbahn in Hamburg or De Wallentjes in Amsterdam) -- just window shopping, mind you -- keeping warm with a bottle or 3 of Oscar Wine, the Korean equivalent of Boone's Farm. If you ever get to Korea, I strongly suggest you avoid this stuff like the plague. This was the night when I crawled across the quarter deck after having helped carry the Battle Group Chief-of-Staff up the ladder about 10 minutes before they pulled the brow (walkway between the ladder and the ship).

posted by Howard_T at 03:25 PM on November 22, 2014

Mine, too (I think we're contemporaries), but only with the ladies. Us gentlemen of distinction only toasted with M/D 20-20.

I drank both, though I preferred MD. Boone's was for Sundays, when NY's liquor laws prevented me from getting maddog.

posted by goddam at 05:25 PM on November 22, 2014

Yug! goddam am a maddog guy.

Llamar: Uno - Ocho Cero Cero - Palindromo ahora.

posted by beaverboard at 06:10 PM on November 22, 2014

+1

posted by bender at 08:55 PM on November 22, 2014

I drank both, though I preferred MD.

I always appreciated the Hawaiian "flavor" since it looked like either Mogen or David had wound up with a crate of Aqua Velva they couldn't get rid of. The best & worst wine experience of college (it was more hard liquor and beer than wine) was splitting a 3 liter bottle of Concord Grape Manischewitz with a friend during Passover. We started around 2am on a Tuesday morning and by the time the sun rose we could read each other's minds. Not much of a trick at that point I suppose. I couldn't finish my last glass so Rob did it for me and that was the only time I ever saw him get sick from drinking. When I told the story to another friend he explained the problem: last glass was supposed to be saved for Elijah.

posted by yerfatma at 01:07 PM on November 24, 2014

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