{"id":232,"date":"2006-11-10T10:57:36","date_gmt":"2006-11-10T14:57:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.summerofjim.com\/2006\/11\/10\/you-know-what-they-always-say\/"},"modified":"2006-11-10T10:57:36","modified_gmt":"2006-11-10T14:57:36","slug":"you-know-what-they-always-say","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/summerofjim.com\/?p=232","title":{"rendered":"You Know What They Always Say"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve worked both sides of a bar&#8230; many a long hour into the night on the <em>working <\/em>side; but of more recent on the <em>patron <\/em>side. Spend any amount of time in a bar, on either side, and you hear it all&#8230; and if you don&#8217;t, just wait &#8217;til the next person with a thirst walks in, and you will&#8230; <\/p>\n<p>Tonight finds me on the &#8220;50 yard line&#8221; of Ash Creek Saloon&#8217;s southside&#8230; mid-way between Nicole and James (bartenders <em>extraordinaire<\/em>). The purpose of my visit was to address the unfortunate surplus of Wild Turkey Rye that they had on hand. Since I work just a few doors down, I believe in helping out a neighbor. <\/p>\n<p>The seat to my immediate right was vacant; but this was not for long. I&#8217;ve seen this guy walking in&#8230; not <em>this <\/em>guy, rather the <em>type. <\/em>He was wearing a jacket and tie. And he was wearing a jacket and tie because his work required it and not because he was making a fashion statement (which is a good thing&#8230; at Ash Creek we don&#8217;t abide folks who put on airs). <\/p>\n<p>It being 9:15PM, this guy probably just wrapped up a dinner meeting and didn&#8217;t feel like returning straight away to home. Tie loosened, white shirt no longer crisp, jacket a bit rumpled, hair matted&#8230; looks like his appointment just put his feet to the fire. <\/p>\n<p>He was a third of his way thru his Black Label on the rocks when he says to no one in particular, &#8220;You know what they always say&#8230; &#8216;take two and hit to right.'&#8221; He brings his glass to eye level and makes a self toast. <\/p>\n<p>He takes a good swig of his whisky and then turns to me and asks, &#8220;Do you come here often?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>By nature I am polite. On this particular night I was not in the mood for outside camaraderie. I was looking forward to de-compressing from an aggravating day in the &#8220;salt mines&#8221;, catching some of whatever-game, maybe a grilled wing and scratch out a word or two. <em>Not <\/em>on my schedule was talking to <em>Elliot. <\/em>That&#8217;s his name. He introduced himself to me after asking whether I came here often. <\/p>\n<p>Even though I offered him no encouragement to conversation he continued, &#8220;I&#8217;ve lived in Ridgefield for twenty years and didn&#8217;t know this place even existed! I was going to head home after a meeting; but I figured that I&#8217;d &#8216;shake off the trail dust&#8217; and let the traffic settle down before I head up Route 7. Route 7, what a pain in the ass that is!&#8221; And then, &#8220;Well, you know what they always say, &#8216;Keep your powder dry and save your best shoes for Tuesdays!'&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>He raises his glass a bit higher for this occasion. <\/p>\n<p>Great! What traffic? It&#8217;s 9:30PM forGodsakes. I scan the bar. Brad is across the way, northside on the goal line defending the east. He is talking to someone&#8230; a regular, I just don&#8217;t know his name. No open seats to move to. Nicole replenishes my rye. I thank her. <\/p>\n<p>Elliot says, &#8220;I wonder if she is a Yankee fan.&#8221; The <em>she <\/em>being Nicole. &#8220;It&#8217;s a shame we lost this year&#8230; I&#8217;ve been a fan all my life&#8230; I&#8217;m telling you it was the rain postponement that cost us&#8230;&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>He finishes off his Scotch. Maybe he&#8217;s here for just one. No luck. He asks James for a second. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You look like a Yankee fan, too!&#8221; he says to me, &#8220;And I&#8217;ll tell you one thing&#8230; if we get off to a slow start in the Spring, George will can Torre&#8217;s ass. And I <em>like <\/em>Joe Torre. Do you like Torre?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>I make a crucial mistake. &#8220;Yeah, I do like Joe Torre.&#8221; This is true. I think that Torre is a terrific Manager. I just should have kept my mouth shut. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I knew it! A Yankee fan! You know what they always say, &#8216;It&#8217;s Pin Stripes or Prison Stripes!'&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Oh God&#8230; I look at my glass of Rye. I wonder if I can drink in the Men&#8217;s Room. I should have said, &#8220;James keep my tab open. I&#8217;ll be in the john. Wait 15 minutes and bring me another Wild Turkey and an order of plain grilled wings. I&#8217;ll be in the stall or standing next to the sink.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;What are you drinking?&#8221; Elliot asks. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Just whisky.&#8221; I should have said a <em>pink squirrel. <\/em>I should have said, &#8220;I love Pink Squirrels, because when you drink a ton of them and get sick drunk, you puke pink&#8230; and it&#8217;s like Pepto Bismol all over the place.&#8221; I always think of good things to say too late. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Me, too. Johnny Walker Black Label. Joe Namath drinks Johnny Black. But I hate Joe Namath.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>He caught me in a moment of weakness. I respond, &#8220;I Hate Joe Namath, too. I hate all the Jets. But Namath the most. The most over-rated QB in NFL history.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yeah. One great game. Do you know that he wore pantyhose for games played in the cold?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>I sip my Rye. &#8220;I heard that, too.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;And why does a guy who&#8217;s from Pennsylvania sound like he was a hick from Georgia? Hah! He was a hick from Pennsylvania!&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>More Rye. &#8220;Nicole&#8230; back-up Elliot for me.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Elliot thanks me for the drink. &#8220;I think I hate FDR more than Joe Namath.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>I put my drink down. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;He knew about Pearl Harbor.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Yeah, this is an old theory. Winston Churchill needed us in the War and FDR was looking for a <em>casus belli<\/em>. I look at my whisky. I think, &#8220;steady Jim&#8230; tread carefully&#8230; this is how bar fights begin.&#8221; I had to break-up a bar fight once. It was over who was the better 49er QB&#8230; Joe Montana or Steve Young. <\/p>\n<p>I already deeply regret staking our Elliot to another Black Label. He strikes me as a guy who will slide into hostility as he takes on more whisky. I check the time. <\/p>\n<p>Elliot is just getting warmed-up. &#8220;He gave away our Country to welfare cheats and socialism.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>I signal Nicole for my tab. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Well, Elliot&#8230; you know what they always say, in the words of the great 17th Century biblical scholar, Alan Kadansky&#8230; and I quote&#8230; &#8216;you never really own a sectional&#8230;&#8230;you are its caretaker for the next generation.'&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>I thank James and Nicole for their hospitality. I bid Elliot a good night. <\/p>\n<p>I am reminded of the words of the Great Confucius. 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