I was listening to this week's
Caps Report, Stretch is so cute. He doesn't know anything about football. Crazy Canadians. My favorite part was when a listener wrote in with this question: "If the Caps were to host a Winter Classic, what venue do you think it would be at? My vote is for Camden Yards, the best ball park!" Vogs heckles the guy's opinion a little bit and Stretch says well this guy is clearly an Orioles fan and he just wants to see a game won in his ball park. He has to get another sport in there to see that happen. Hate hate hate! Then Vogs starts saying that it's more likely it will be at Fedex or whatever stadium it is that the Ravens play in. Stretch is baffled. Ravens? The Ravens. Ba...Baltimore Ravens? He just has no clue. On top of that, Vogs can't name the stadium, he says PNC at first. Stretch points out that Vogs is a season ticket holder, how is it possible that he can't name the stadium?? O man, those two, thanks for keeping my summer so full of delicious Caps hockey. Downside: Stretch is, apparently, not a Droid man. Womp.
Anyway the point of this post was that I caught wind of a Hockey Diaries documentary that was done at the start of the 2008-2009 season with Brooksy and Alzner. You can find the broadcast
here. You're welcome!
I went to Mountain State Brewing Co. this weekend. They brew their own beer and root beer. I went with a glass of delicious bubbly sassafras brew. We sat on the patio at the white picnic table, ween above. We ordered pizza and it was INCREDIBLE, no wonder Kost had been talking about it for 24 hours. The Cuban was, surprisingly, my fave. We also ordered the Pesto & Prosciutto and the Fire on the Mountain. I want to know why pizza everywhere does not taste like this pizza. After being told three large pizzas would definitely be enough for the 8 of us, we had to order a fourth, another Fire on the Mountain, because we CRUSHED the first 3. Perfect for stuffing ourselves uncomfortably and for hot tub snacking later, too. While we were waiting for our last pizza and enjoying the incredible view the patio afforded, we noticed a man arrive from over the mountain and starting to descend. On a horse. 10 min later he had arrived at the restaurant and hitched what turned out to be a beautiful mule to the hitching post by the patio. He fed the mule a snack from his saddle bag and then walked his cowboy outfit and spurs to the bar on the patio for a cool draught. He went back to enjoy his ice cold beverage with his mule. Photo evidence above. Then, pizza arrived. After we all wished we had stabbed ourselves in the eyes instead of eating another slice of pizza/cursed the fact we had no more stomach room for pizza, we lounged on those porch chairs to recover from pizza coma. O yeah, and the whole time there was a man on a guitar singing and playing the most delightful blue grass music. Perfect mountain dinner.
