So I had to unfortunately endure my beloved Steelers losing to the Bengals this afternoon, but I did have the priviledge of doing so at my favorite watering hole/underground speakeasy 'Bub's Dive.' Bub's Dive is what you would call a 'Steelers Bar' in San Diego. San Diego is such a transient town that many restaurants & bars cater to my fellow transplants & I by establishing themselves with different sports teams. It's a win-win situation for everybody. You get a feeling of cameraderie & home while spending entirely too much money on bar food & booze.
Bub's is the epitomy of what a dive bar should be. It's within walking distance from my house, there's peanut shells crushed & strewn over the floor, but what really makes this bar stand out is that they sell tater-tots. That's right tater-fucking-tots! Tater-tots are french-fries' cooler cousin. Little bite-sized pieces of heaven. And when you order then with melted cheese & hot sauce they taste better than birthday cake!
I arrived & took my spot in the corner by the huge LCD displays & was just taking in the scene. Hot girls in tiny Rothlesberger jerseys wearing tight jeans. Old men with Jack Lambert jerseys. Various, drunk angry men. My people. One of these shit-housed guys was calling Chad 'Ochocinco' Johnson a clitoris repeatedly. I'm pretty sure that he's doesn't know what a clitoris is. I also wondered to myself whether this guy started drinking early or just never went to bed & powered through(This was 9:30 in the morning!).
The game started & it never fails. Some fucking 'WHOO' guys showed up. I hate 'WHOO' guys. You know them. Faux-hawk gelled up to a perfect point; stinking of Drakkar-Nior & generally trying so hard to 'act' like they're not trying. You can hear them from blocks away from their battle-cry/mating-call, 'WHOO!' These dipshits kept trying so hard to get Steelers chants going, but nobody would participate & pay attention to them. The best way to make 'WHOO' guys go away is to ignore them. Just back away slowly & don't make eye contact. These guys feed off of attention, good or bad, like emotional vampires. Luckily after about 15 minutes or so, the gaggle of 'WHOOs' moved on to the next bar looking for the attention that they so desperately craved. I then finished watching my Steelers lose a big must-win game(DAMMIT!). On my way home I went down to the beach & checked the surf. It was blown out. Now that my sinuses are cleared up, I'm looking forward to logging some serious surf-sessions, but it just wasn't meant to be today. Oh well. I'll get up tomorrow & do it all over again.
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