Heers wut ya git!

Pull up a seat and read a little. If you are from WV you are probably like me and have never learned to read so get someone to read it to you. I'm Skully, my friend Mike listens to me and translates my words from Hickglish to English. He is familiar with the ways of folks from other areas, and can communicate readily with the general populace.
(Fetch ya a char an lisen ta wuts heer. If’n yer frum West Verginua yu r proly lak me an ain’t had no reedin ejukashun so git sumbudy to reed it to ya. I’m Skully, ma frend Mak lisens ta mee an translates ma werds frum normul to wut them thar hi falootin peepole talks. He nows how to talk to outciders an can speek thar langwige.)

Thursday, December 14, 2006

Beer Diving

One of the best beer drinking games I ever played was called, “Beer Diving”. In the mid-eighties I was the lead singer and bass player for an “East coast hotel lounge” band called Keystone. The band got its name the usual way, we had a pending contract and no name; so we sat around “brainstorming” (smoking and drinking what was available), to come up with a name to put on the contract. We finally got very tired of the whole thing and the name was thrown out…”yea, that’s perfect”, “cool name”. All positive comments flowing as we got up to leave, the band was named.

One of the first jobs we had was at a Holiday Inn in Clemson, SC. The hotel was built around a central courtyard with tables, plastic trees, a giant hot tub and a pool. All of the rooms had a nice, sliding glass door, 3X5 balcony view of the center court. It was decided by the drummer and myself, that from the forth floor balcony one could get a good shot at the pool with a can of beer. The initial test was a success; we pulled a fresh beer out of the cooler, walked it out on the balcony and proceeded to lob it into the pool. Our guitar player was sitting poolside and dove in to retrieve it and seemed very pleased with the treasure from above. We then decided that the game should have rules and be interactive. The “quarter-beer-back” would call “HUT!” and the receiver would begin a run from 50 or so feet from the pool and dive as the beer was thrown from the balcony. If the beer were caught in mid-air the swimming receiver would then open it and chug it on his way to poolside. If the beer were missed the swimming receiver would retrieve it, open it and chug it on his way to poolside; simple rules do always make a good game

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

MMMMM...BEER!!