(Fri, Feb 28, 2014)

 

The uneasiness started about Tuesday. By Wednesday, in full Olympic Withdrawals. Feeling better today, but why must you go, pigeon-roasting flame? Some hard-nuts may blow off the Olympics as a mega-brand assimilation session, but they still get to me. Don’t tell me as a kid you didn’t run around the house imagining your own gold medal victory, crushing the World’s best athletes in your path.

What is amazing now is the time difference between a shiny medal and emotional problems. How do you live with training your whole damn life to lose by one one-hundredth of a second? It’s like now..to now (actually much shorter than that). It is hard to fathom how little time that is. Oh well, at least everybody got a free stray dog. They should have a warning halfway through each race to alert those that have no chance of winning. At least they would have time to get creative and go out in a blaze of glory. “Man, look at that ski-pole air guitar mastery, what a champ!” No medal, but you live in highlight reel infamy.

So unless you are staying home in DVR denial, we are offering an Olympics Recovery Program at the brewery this weekend. You get a Revolver glass, live music, sunshine and beers for $10 USA money or 362 Rubles (I dare you. We will take them). The band will be H.R. & The Service Reps. Food will be vended by Yater’s Caters (chicken & beef fajitas, pulled pork sandwiches, and ‘Merican Frito Pies).

BTW, how creepy was Vladimir Putin? It was like he was having a staring contest with everyone there. I guess he is just not happy with his shirt on. (KGB to show up here in 5, 4, 3, 2,