drop that puck....

after much trepidation and anticipation , sweater night has arrived on a frost covered morn. Icicles clining to every branch, hoping to outlast the skaters of brooklyn, but the Sun Gods have other plans.....soon we shall be off to Hunters to attack their supply of beef, beer and exactas......soon enough we too shall know....the hell where youth and laughter go.....lace up, gear up and for God's sake....DRINK UP!..............it's destiny before us, and history awaits us.....live hard, live fast.......

Quad to check out blog today !!!

excitement around the Sweater Night BLOG headquarters reached a fever pitch on Thursday when it was learned the Great Quadlibo of Staten Island aka Bduffy718.....would be perusin these very same pages.........we may have to sneak over to Morans with Chazzy Higgins for a few tails ...just to calm the nerves.....

where is sweater night 9 ?

the world wonders.

T minus 3 days and couting

4:00 am.m and all is well.....or is it?
no, nien, nada, nyet, ichsnay..........
one bobby van sized obstacle down.....and one to go.
siempre su nada....apprenden la gusta..........
dasdas.

lyrics of the day

a poem from WWI days....very appropo with the recent events in iraq

Siegfried Sassoon,
Suicide in the Trenches


I KNEW a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.

In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.
. . . .
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.

lyrics twist

so far away,
doesn't anybody drink in one place anymore,
it would be so fine to see a case at my door,
but it doesn't help to know , that your so
far away.

caole king?