Small Cans?

The only controversy in the 9-9-9 (see prior post) was that Slim drank 16-ounce beers (what was available at the ball park), but counted a "beer" as 12-ounces of beer. So 1 consumed beer = 1 4/12 of a "beer" for the 9-9-9 challenge. I contacted the geniuses at 999allstar.com for a ruling, and they responded:

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Hi Wood Dog,

The 16oz is ok. The same amount of beer was consumed. The minimum oz of beer would be 108. So he would have to have around 7 beers to complete the 999 challenge.

Thanks and Congrats!

Mitch

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Excellent. It's official. Now I just have to register slim on the 999allstar hall of fame, and get that guy the t-shirt.

"NO NO NO"

NO BEER ON THE BAR TASTES BETTER THAN OLY HAVE AN OLY AND YOU'RE SECOND TO NONE!

Were truer words ever spoken? Or thought? Or sung after shotgunning an Olympia Beer? I think not. Speaking of beer...

Germans love their beer. And do you know what "NO NO NO" is in German? That's right. It's "NEIN NEIN NEIN". And do you know what "NEIN NEIN NEIN!" is in stupid fratese? Glad you asked. It's "9-9-9". And do you know what that is? Well let me tell you.

The 9-9-9 is an inspirational endeavor that one must partake in at or while watching a 9-inning baseball game. During the game, the challenger must successfully drink 9 beers, and eat 9 hotdogs. Like running a marathon, or climbing to the top of Kilimanjaro, I have thought about doing this, and someday I hope I may be lucky enough and skilled enough to actually succeed in doing so.

Last year while at spring training with some friends (we'll call these guys Slim, Bo, Will, and Obnoxio) I made a bet with Slim that the loser in fantasy baseball that year would sponsor a "999" for the winner the following year at spring training. Yes, we are dorks, we know this. Slim and Obnoxio's team came in first, and my team came in second last season, again. And if you are an avid reader of the Wood Dog Blog, you know these guys were back in Arizona last week to take in some baseball, and yes, I was on the hook for as much of a 9-9-9 as Slim could finish. If he dared.

Well, to make a long story medium length, I was phoned about a dozen times through the course of their baseball game, and I'll be damned if Slim didn't complete a 9-9-9. He promptly passed out back at the hotel, putting an exclamation point on the accomplishment.

Slim Shady, I salute you. Please stand up and be recognized.

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Mitch Harhay and the other geniuses at 999allstar.com chronicle the heroics of those who have joined this elite fraternity.

Ass Clowns in 'zona

I have some friends who are taking in the sun and some spring training baseball in Arizona this weekend. This is an annual trip I usually join them on, but alas, I could not make it this year. Here is one of them, poolside, at a nice resort in Scottsdale. They thought I would like to see what I was missing.

I then took a close look at the upper left of their picture, and I'm starting to wonder just what type of resort they are really staying at... Is that a dude in a banana hammock? And is that another dude checking out the dude in the banana hammock? Man! Are they even going to see any baseball games this weekend? What is really going on???

Testing testing 123

Ahh, what a wonderful day to be working in a basement... I really should be in Vegas, or Scottsdale.