...have refined taste?

So, Brian, Jess, Brett and I went to the Reds game Tuesday night. It was a perfect night for baseball and it was complemented by the fact that it was half-price ticket and dollar hot dog night. (I only had 2, I'll have you know). Also, I was happy to find out that it was hot girl in tight white pants and a fitted reds t-shirt night starring a girl a few rows in front of us.

Bretto had Brian and I playing a game that ended up making the baseball game rather interesting. Each batter we would bet a cent on what would happen: strike out, ground ball base hit, fly out, etc. Brett was really good at this game and won 13 cents.

The Reds not only won, but scored 10 runs. This entitled us (and everyone in the stadium) to 10 free wings at none other than Hooters. Many people don't believe me when I tell them that Hooters is a family restaraunt. But now I have two facts to further back this up. First of all, Brett told us all a story of Hooters down in FL where every once and a while you will encounter a woman, well into her pregnancy, continuing to work there; tight t-shirt and all. Secondly, while we were there, a karaoke contest was running and who won? A nine year old girl singing Lady Marmalade. She won $100. Fortunately she was just old enough that her singing that song and not knowing what it meant was ok (flashback to all little girls proclaiming in the late 90's "If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends.") She was also young enough that there was no creepy older guy oggling involved. (and if there was, it'd be REAAAAALLY creepy older guy as opposed to the normal "well, she kinda looks 18" kinda creepy older guy).



Then came the wings. The wings were served with medium spice though had distinct undertones of mild spice. The grease on the wings both dazzled the palette and teased at the throat. I think I would recommend a Miller High Life to go with them. It's oaky high-lifeyness would complement the crass yet unrefined musings of the wings. Of course, for those on a budget, Miller Lite might due. This night, however, we enjoyed a glass of Sprite, '06. This featured some lemon notes complemented perfectly with undertones of lime. The combination of the two danced on the tongue as the carbonated bubbles created an effervessant cornucopia of delight. I would recommend it with Pheasant or Taco Bell.


And that's the story...