Old T-Shirt Ideas

I like my liver like I like my alcohol ... Hard.

(Pure genius, Brando. Pure, true, genius.)

Now when this shows up in some busted tees design, we can split profits. We're the original, official dumb t-shirt making mutha-fuckas. Beat that.

I like Beer. I like Bourbon. I like BBQ.

What happens when you discover a festival that combines three of your favorite things in the world? You go on a road trip. 

This year the Official Beer Glove Crew will be heading to Nashville to buy cowboys hats, get loaded and sell Official Beer Gloves and OBG t-shirts. 

Should be interesting...

A bottle of whisky bigger than my foot

Big whisky ... and I'm determined to drink it all. Sorry, Tony. I promise to replace the booze and clean up anything that may occur because of it. 

I call ... with my putter

Golf club poker. Sophisticated.

I believe the joke went something like this: You want to hold my putter? (NO) Then how about washing my balls?

Still funny. 

Out Cold

This past weekend was the annual Help Fight Cancer charity softball tournament (http://www.helpfightcancer.com/). 20+ teams involved. We pulled together a ragtag bunch of ballers who, upon further review, were probably more suited to represent the Official Beer Glove in some sort of Bar Olympics rather than a game of softball. 

I'm sure you're thinking, "But Larry, softball is a drinking man's sport!" And to that I would say, "Yes it is." But if you would've witnessed the brutality of the beating we took in the first of our double-elimination outing, you'd think we were all playing piss drunk at 10:00 am. The reality is that only one of us was drunk (Tony hadn't been to sleep yet from a bachelor party the night before. I think you could still smell a mixture of whisky and baby powder from his trip to the East Side.). But if you would've seen the draw we got ... These guys had matching uniforms and matching bat bags ... on wheels ... with all kinds of softball stuff in 'em. We didn't stand a chance. 

The final score of our first game: 25-5. One of their guys hit three home runs that probably went a total distance of 1,600 feet. In comparison, you take Prince Fielder's top three, farthest home run jacks from this year's home run derby, and they probably equal about 1,445 feet. Needless to say, this dude was launching bombs. 

In between games we got to recover from our morning beating. Finally, a chance to throw down a couple cold ones without the pressure of running onto and off the field. A nice game of washers was in order. 

Game 2 was a much better outing. We hit the ball a couple times. We made some plays in the field, and we even scored some runs. When it all came down to it, we actually tied: 8-8. Unfortunately, because of the tie-breaker rules in place for this tournament, we lost. Apparently we were behind after the first inning, so that means we lost if we're tied when the game is called for time. Oh well!

It was a fun afternoon. We ate, we drinked, we played some ball. Should we do it again next year? Of course! Any excuse to get people together and enjoy a few frosty cold ones is a good excuse in my book ... even if that book is a scorebook ... and the score isn't exactly in our favor. 

Cheers!

All-Stars Getting Loaded

The festivities begin. The All-Stars are being shuffled around downtown St. Louis in the backs of pick-up trucks. They wave. They throw stuff to the fans. They go back to their hotels and rest before the All-Star game tonight. It's a beautiful thing........

Big Mole. Little Dog.

Dog nipple on side. Angry.

Cats May Cause Cancer

Best theft ever.

This person will buy our stuff ... she promises

Our first follower!