The beer list is 40-deep, with foamy drafts like Firestone Double Barrel Ale and Fat Tire, bottles like Chimay Triple White and Old Rasputin Stout, and oversized bottles like Escondido's Arrogant Bastard Ale -- if yours was 22oz, you'd be arrogant too.
The Lab's also got three specialty brews from Karl Strauss, all served in custom-made 16oz beakers: toffee-tinged Red Trolley Ale, and exclusive-to-the-resto caramelish Lab Amber Lager and malty Trojan Blonde, a beer that'll remind you of another uncommon college scenario -- safe sex.
Pete: What do you think of my niece Nichole's swimsuit in Sports Illustrated?? Let me know!
Pete linked to the picture above. Good stuff.
From TBO.com:
The Gators' 2006 BCS National Championship trophy fell off of its stand in Florida's football offices and broke Friday, Florida's operations and facilities director Chip Howard said Monday.
Because Florida is preparing to move to its new offices, which are expected to be completed in July, Howard said the trophy was in a temporary location in an open area of one of the stadium's sky boxes.
"It was on a coffee table, and it was inadvertently bumped," Howard said. "It doesn't take much for the top of it to fall off."
Omen perhaps? Heh.
That number is totally off just by glancing at the crowd, but still an interesting sight nevertheless. Apparently it was the largest crowd ever to watch a baseball game. The people in the Peristyle must have had some horrible sightlines.
From ESPN.com:
At one point, I glanced at my program and noticed the broken man was scheduled to speak. This seemed impossible. He couldn't even keep his head up ... and he was going to say something? The moment came and the man unfurled himself from his seat, took a deep breath and staggered toward the podium. When he kicked things off by saying, "This is gonna be hard for me," his voice cracked and it seemed like that would be that. He would cry, and he'd keep crying, and then he would collapse against the podium, and four relatives would rush up there and help him back to his seat. That's how this would play out. I would have bet anything.
I was wrong.
Somehow, the man summoned the power to keep talking. Once the words started coming, he gained more and more strength, and within a few seconds, he was giving a poignant speech and attempting to place his son's life in perspective. When he finished speaking, everyone in the church -- maybe 1,200 mourners in all -- stood up and applauded him. I don't know how he did it. I will never know how he did it.
Even if you've read or heard about the tragic story of Jamiel Shaw Jr., a star RB out of Los Angeles High who was "mistakenly" shot and killed in the on-going gang/race wars on the streets of LA, I still suggest reading Bill Simmons' story on Jamiel and his father's amazingly strong eulogy. A few days ago, I watched a video clip of Jamiel's father giving the speech and I was expecting to see a man in tears barely able to speak, but instead Jamiel Sr. stood heartbroken in appearance but resilient in getting his message across. R.I.P Jamiel Shaw Jr. and God bless his family.
