Scotch, Softball, and Elderly Musicians

The weekend was a success. Some of the fam came down to see Buddy Guy at Stubbs. It was a heck of a show and a heck of a time. I hope when I'm 75 (or however old Buddy Guy is), I too am wearing a big polka dotted suit and playing guitar for vast crowds of drunk people. Well, I hope for that as long as it means I'm getting paid a lot. If it's just me in polka dots, playing out in the parking lot of a Nascar race or a block party for free, it'd probably be a little depressing. But Buddy Guy certainly didn't play for free and he rocked the house, so I consider it a triumph of the human spirit.

I haven't had a chance to put anything up about the scotch tasting yet. Danza and I went on Thusday, and it was great. Not only was it great, but I had to miss softball to attend and later on, I found out we got beat 23-2. Do you see what happens when the back-up right fielder isn't available? They call me Spark Plug Powell for a reason, and the reason isn't some kinky gay thing. If the Gas House Gang wanted a shot at victory, they should've sent a helicopter to the liquor store so I could be retrieved mid-tasting. They'd lower one of those rope ladders down on the outfield and I'd get halfway down it before mis-stepping and crashing into the turf due to all of the 86 proof stuff we were tasting. That's how you rally a team! You make want to make sure you're falling onto an inflatable mattress or something, though, or else the team is wearing your number on their sleeves for the next year.

I did learn some interesting stuff about scotch tastings. First, they're well-attended. Second, they're very informative, in that I knew maybe 2 things about scotch before I went (it's from Scotland, it tastes like fire, keep it out of your eyes) and now I easily know 15 times more than that. Third, you don't need a vast repertoire of jokes if you're leading the tasting. Fourth, leave your credit card at home if you're attending. Fifth, if it says cask strength, pour it out or start praying.