Holiday Weekend Round Up!
It’s MSS and here is your Weekend Round-Up! My original idea was to live blog this weekend, but I decided that I needed to be fully engaged to enjoy this long homestand. A homestand that includes a daytime double header, #WallyMoney tossing a first pitch, the return of Chris Sale and excessive drinking!
It was supposed to be a double header but the weather gods had other plans. Slumpbuster showed up EARLY and had a fancy mexican lunch with BeefLoaf at local fave Antique Taco. They had margaritas and presumably talked about baseball and making that money yo!
The rest of the crew (Chorizy – E, BigUns, Slim Mick and #WallyMoney) showed up at Beefloaf’s place and got their drink on. I took my sweet ass time getting to the 108 Drinking Patio but I was crushing beers at home like they were gonna expire. After eating some dinner, I made the walk with my red solo cup with a fresh High Life.
Of course the clouds opened up on me during my walk, so I was wet and buzzed by the time I got there. There was a pile of beer cans on the table already, and we just kept adding to them. Crushing beers, talking baseball and bullshit, watching Intervention waiting for the rain to stop. Slumpbuster spilled BigUns beer, then not to be left out #WallyMoney spilled his ‘drank all over hizself. For reals. He even soaked his socks.
Pretty sure we were all feeling no pain when we filled that roadie cup, and made our way over to the game which was slated to start at 7:45, then 8:30, and it seemed like they got the field ready as fast as fuck, but we got there in the 1st. One thing that always confuses me on delay games is they still run the show like it started on time. Now, I know most normal fans had been there for hours, but when you live up the street you see shit different. The auction booth was closed in the 1st. Last call was in the 3rd, but like all good drunks, we just backed ourselves up enough to make sure we made it till the end. #squadgoals
Trivia was going, Chorizy was killing my peanut bag (trying to take the edge off his buzz no doubt) and we even got a visit from Pete! The Sox were playing great, Modelos were going down smooth, great night all around. Then shit got weird….
In the 8th, BigUns and Slumpbuster got up and left. So we walked over to ChiSox to get our maple wing fix! We were informed by our waitress that the kitchen was closed. Classic Sox behavior. So we drank our 24oz Pacifico, and walked back to BeefLoaf’s pad. While walking, we discovered that #WallyMoney drives a #bangbus and we all could get in to go get a pizza at Freddies. Which we did. But they were out of slices. DA FAQ! So while debating ordering a full pizza, we were chanted into ordering a JUMBO by the staff. AND WE CRUSHED THAT SHIT.
I had severe trouble navigating the #bangbus back area, which had plenty of room for activities. I was army crawling, barrel rolling like a mofo. Chorizy didn’t pass out holding our pizza and fries (which is a tradition with these guys that I will never understand. Who eats fries with pizza? BeefLoaf and Chorizy). Somehow we were quite enough to not wake Ms. ‘Loaf or Bonita Steakie, which was amazing. I got a lift in the #bangbus home and since I had already eaten, I didn’t pass out in the chair, but found my way to bed and passed the F out.
Friday nights seem to be the crazy drinking nights, so like clockwork, I woke up with a slight headache and some acid reflux. A few pills later I was back to bed and feeling fine. BeefLoaf was in the same boat, but fancy ass Chorizy-E said he felt like death. The deck opened at noon, so after I crushed some hot dogs, downed a few beers I started out my walk to the deck. My wife and kid decided to hit the DH too, so they walked down with me. This would be the time that my body decided that we needed to sweat out all the poison that was in my system. Thanks to Polish With Extra Onions for pointing out that I was pretty sweaty. Which was very obvious.
Because the 108 is in the shade for a majority of day games, our section seems to fill up with randos that are afraid of the sun. So it makes for less room for our buds to come by and talk some shit. But the beer was flowing, and the game was a good one. We would have enjoyed the announcement of Luis Robert, had we been there on time, but sometimes you gotta show up late to crush a few cheaper beers on the deck. New addition to the weekend was the 99¢ 4-Pack Kul.
So for less than the price of 2 Modelos in the park, you can get 3 CASES! Insane. I seem to be the only one who doesn’t mind this beer, but I will say that it isn’t much worse than the Kirky Lights, maybe slightly more flavor. Maybe. Another tip, drink as fast as possible as while it warms up, unlike a fine stout or porter, it does NOT taste good.
The deck was in full swing with all the guests including Slumpbuster and BigUns back for the 2nd day! Impressive gents. While I am dripping getting an awkward sunburn, I look over and see Chorizy dressed like it is an early April game.
Like fries with pizza, these guys are always fucking confusing me. Yes, that is a koozie. No, Chorizy isn’t drinking refried beans. He has, but not this time. That is a refreshing Tecate. I seem to recall in a drunken state Chorizy telling me he was dying of the heat later, but I cannot confirm that. Lotta family and friends at that first game.
And there was this guy too…..
This guy is awesome. Even drunk as hell, he is STILL paying more attention to the game than the Cubs fans he came with. #ThatsCub.
The first game the Sox just tore it up to get the W #FlyTheArrow. The sweat hadn’t dried yet, and almost half the park was gone before the 2nd game even started. It was a ghost town. Once again they stopped serving beer in the 1st! The 1st! So again, we backed up till the cows came home. We bought so much Modelo, that we are pretty sure that our beer guy can buy a boat. And not a cheap boat, but rather a fancy ass boat with hoes included.
So we drank and drank and watched some baseball. MF and her crew came down to the seats and partied it up. Then, all of a sudden, like the 7th, the crew decided that the game was over. It was a mad dash to the gates, leaving my head spinning, and we walked home. I noted then that my head was spinning cause I was HAMMERED so I walked my drunk ass home. Got some great sleep and wasn’t even hung over the following morning. #thelittlethings
Ok, Game 4. Sox have taken 2 of 3, so we were excited as it was anyways. Early morning texts from BeefLoaf confirmed that we’d do it all again, and we had some special guests. For the 3rd straight day, Slumpbuster and BigUns made it out to ye ol ballpark. So what does that mean? Another drunken day. The beer went down smooth, so smooth even #WallyMoney was crushing Coors Lights. It was awesome.
Slim Mick and his family were living the high life is a suite due to his daughter writing a great essay about how great of a father he is. Even included that despite being a Cubs fan, he was still pretty awesome. Which the 108 agrees. Especially when he rocks a Jersey Demolition shirt in the suite. And matching 108 Trucker Cap! Both available here for the low price of $25!
Modelos and pretzels. The shortest rain delay in history happened, but the weather even got better. It was nuts. the Sox played hella good ball, Pete stopped by, and the post game was on the deck. Quick beer for the Indiana fellas, but after they left, we hit the hot tub to talk about the weekend and think up new ideas for the blog. We popped some bottles and enjoyed the hot tub getting all the stress out of our lives. I ended the day with with my lovely wife and daughter eating cheap pizza and drinking water. Which is a good thing cause for the 2nd day in a row I woke up with a 0% hangover.
So overall it was an EXCELLENT homestand with the company of friends and fans. And foes. The Tiger fans also enjoyed the 108 with us, and winning 3 outta 4 put us in rare form. Despite the fact that many of you seemed to have missed our article on how to use the bathroom properly (read that here) and the 109 trying to start the wave (watch this) we all had a great time. Stories were shared, memories were made, and we killed it again Fam.
It’s not over yet and we expect to see many smiling faces out today for the arrival of Chris Sale and the Bo Sox. And don’t forget #WallyMoney will be bouncing one in on Tuesday night so be sure to make that. Oh and Sale is tossing against Q. Big whup.
If you still need your Jersey Demolition shirt, hit us up on Twitter and I will bring it to the game today or Tuesday! $25 for the best shirt money can buy! Original content, only 100 made, be the hit at your next Sox gathering.