Sconny
1984. At a Cubs double-header at Wrigley Field with Moz and about ten of our other friends. If you're too young to drink, a double header at a SRO game, backs against the fence in the bleachers, is a long fucking day. At about the fifth inning, Moz said, "Let's go to Sconny."
We got up to Kenosha in about an hour. The drinking age there was 18. We bought a six pack of something cheap and crappy, sat at the beach and hung out. We headed back down to Chicago just as the second game let out. We met up with everybody like we'd never been gone.
It wasn't until I'd reached legal drinking age that I could actually sit through a baseball game.
The family and I are off to Wisconsin for a few days. Spring break time. I'll check in a bit, here and there. But I'll pretty much be gone until Thursday. Feel free to continue talking to Ted Nugent in my absence.
We got up to Kenosha in about an hour. The drinking age there was 18. We bought a six pack of something cheap and crappy, sat at the beach and hung out. We headed back down to Chicago just as the second game let out. We met up with everybody like we'd never been gone.
It wasn't until I'd reached legal drinking age that I could actually sit through a baseball game.
The family and I are off to Wisconsin for a few days. Spring break time. I'll check in a bit, here and there. But I'll pretty much be gone until Thursday. Feel free to continue talking to Ted Nugent in my absence.
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12:56 AMSysm,
If you dont mind, I'd like to talk
To the ghost of Babe Ruth.
He just seems he'd have cooler stories to tell than Ted.
Like what it was like to eat twelve hot-dogs and bang three hookers at the same time.
You know, fun stuff like that.
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