Yesterday I headed south to Max’s Sports Bar, where the Tigers-Gonzaga game was on many of the TVs with sound. Here are some pics:
Tigers won a close battle, 62-58. Good non-conference win, but we’re still probably going to have to win the Conference USA tournament to be invited to the big dance.
On the way home, I stopped at the Saucer, where I got proof that my blog can be used to effect positive social change. For the past month I’ve been writing how no one wants to be “that guy” who shows up to a BYOB party empty-handed and then mooches everyone else’s beer. Well, I overheard the person I was talking about say he had stopped at the store to buy beer for our Super Bowl party today. He’s learning! I made sure to mention very loudly that a bunch of people were going to karaoke at the Blue Monkey, and named off some of his favorite people, in the hope that he’d go down there and annoy the crap out of everybody. I do not mind being called a hater where karaoke is concerned.
Got a favor to ask of my fellow Downtown Tiger fans… throw your Tiger blue gear in the laundry and get it ready… I’m going to ask everyone to wear Tiger Blue Tuesday night to show how much we love our West Tennessee home team. More details on the blog tomorrow.
Today is our annual Super Bowl party, but that doesn’t start until 4. What to do in the meantime? Oh yeah, I know… it’s PINT NITE!!!!! The Flying Saucer is starting Pint Nite a day early to celebrate “the big game.” From the moment they open the doors at noon until the time they close tomorrow night, most draft beers will be only $3. What’s very interesting is that I’m at 190 beers toward my fifth plate. I have nine Pint Nite beers left, and there are three Pint Nites in the next eight days. That means I only have to drink one more expensive beer that I don’t like to finish the plate and become a Master of the Universe (5 times through the Ring of Honor).
I went to bed early to get ready for a long day today… checking Facebook and Twitter to see what happened last night that I missed… WHOA, did I see a 3 AM Foursquare checkin from John D? That’s what, six hours past his bedtime? …The Nuh-Uh Girl took the Raiford’s limo to Beale and then lost her keys… and there are photos people tweeted from karaoke at the Monkey. I love karaoke as much as I love Bruce Pearl, cubicles, Cordova, Abita Turbo Dog, and Ole Miss. You will NEVER see me there on a Saturday night. Seriously thinking about getting on CafePress and creating a line of “Hell No We Won’t Go” anti-karaoke merchandise.
Keep your browser pointed at MemphisWeather.net this week… looks like we’ve got the potential for a snow day or two.
Time to ice down the PBR and get ready… there will probably be a photo album from the Super Bowl party, up tomorrow or Tuesday, depending on how hung over I am after tonight.