Update on the dream bar

So I am building up a management team. If you look at comments from the previous post,you'll see that Doug Haugen has come on board. Doug is the founder/editor of Wino Magazine. Visit Wino magazine here. This will give you a good idea of the people that are coming together to make this dream come true. Then, click on the donation tab and join in the fun. Happy hour for the rest of your life! You can't beat that anywhere!

And of course, if you are interested in becoming a part owner/ investor, just email me!

Help Me Chase My Dream

Begin at the beginning, and continue to the end.

I have spent the vast majority of my life working for other people. The bulk of that time has been in corporate worlds, such as The Cheesecake Factory and Specialty's Cafe and Bakery. The problem I've run into in these situations is that I consistently get into trouble because I am smart.

I know, seems counter-intuitive, right? Who wouldn't want a guy with above-average intelligence, who thinks well on his feet and can do a great many things really well? Corporate America, that's who. So I sat down, and did some thinking. As a manager, I always preached that the best way to have a successful operation was to align the talents of your staff in such a way that you got the most out of them. So what are my talents?

I can talk. And I don't mean just physically, although thank you for celebrating that with me as if I were an 18-month-old saying "Da-Da" for the first time. I mean I can hold forth on a wide variety of topics, with a wide variety of people. I am a great storyteller, but only on a verbal level, not so much as a writer.

I make money. Not so much for me (obviously, or we wouldn't be here), but more that I have an uncanny ability to build sales and bring cash to the bottom line. I can look at an operation, and immediately see ways to bring in more money, and make sure that more of that money makes it into the bank.

I know alcohol. Whiskey, beer, wine, vodka, mixed drinks, you name it. I can design drinks, I can sip a drink and break down how to make it. I can recommend drinks and amounts for your event, for your night out, for your night in, doesn't matter. I know it.

I know people. I can count among my friends the Editor and Publisher of Wino Magazine, one of the premier experts on obscure liquors in North America (even though he's a Canadian, still a pretty nice guy), musicians, writers, actors, artists, designers, amazing bartenders, salespeople from various microbrewers including Stone and Pyramid, proprietors of local wine shops and regional distributors. Any of these people would come to my aid with a phone call.

So it becomes apparent that I must open a bar. This would be right in my wheelhouse. It would take me approximately 5 minutes to have it staffed, and not much more time to have it ready to go with a menu. I am not looking for anything fancy. Just a nice little local, some acoustic music, artwork on the wall, featured local wines and "speakeasy"-style cocktails. But while I have the talent, I lack one big thing.

Money.

And that is where you come in. Over there to your right, you see a PayPal button to donate. I am accepting any and all donations to fund each phase of the opening of the bar. The first phase is to raise capital. In order to do so, I am working on a business plan and a website. Unfortunately, the research and development doesn't come without costs. So I am starting here, and will notify everyone when we move to the new site. In the meantime, please make a donation of any amount. So what is in it for you?

When you make a donation, shoot me an email and let me know. When I get the new site up and running, I will use it to communicate to you how to get your VIP card. This will entitle you to Happy Hour at my bar any time you come for the rest of your life, as well as ongoing specials. My intention is to do tie-ins with liquor and wine distributors as well, so for those of you who think you may never make it to Seattle, I would work towards orchestrating difficult shipping for hard-to-get alcohols for members.

Good perks for small donations! Every dollar helps, so even if you only can donate $10, you will still be eligible for the benefits! Of course, large donations will receive higher perks, up to and including profit sharing, so don't hesitate to drop me a few hundred grand, either.

Thank you, and I look forward to seeing you across the counter.

Michael Vick Signs With the Eagles, Which Calls for Some Really In-Depth Analysis and Soul-Searching

Stupid.

Roasted Tomato Bruschetta

4 ripe "tomatoes on the vine"

2 cloves garlic

2 slices red onion (1/2" thick)

1 teaspoon dried basil

1 teaspoon salt, divided use

1/4 teaspoon garlic salt

1/8 teaspoon oregano

1/4 cup balsamic vinaigrette

2 tablespoons olive oil, plus extra for brushing

1 loaf good, crusty bread, sliced.

8 oz Mozzarella cheese

Fire up grill. If using charcoal, build a pyramid of coals and let burn for 15 minutes, until you can hold your hand over the fire for a count of "4 mississippis," then spread into single layer. If gas, set at 350.

Core tomatoes using carrot scraper, and lightly "mush" the insides. Cut garlic cloves in half. Sprinkle 1/4 tsp basil and 1/8 tsp salt into each tomato, then insert 1/2 clove. Skewer onion slices to keep together, brush both sides with olive oil and season with garlic salt and oregano on one side only. lightly coat bottoms of tomatoes with olive oil as well. Brush one side of each bread slice with olive oil.

Place onions spice side up on hottest part of flame. Place tomatoes oil-side-down around edges of grill. Close lid, and cook for about 7-10 minutes, or until onions have clear grill marks and are softening, and tomatoes are sizzling. Flip onions over to sear spice side, and cook until tomatoes begin to crack in their skin and are soft to the touch (3-5 minutes). Remove all from grill, and place bread, oil side down, onto grill to toast.

Chop onions and 3 of the tomatoes and place in a bowl. Place other tomato and 1/2 teaspoon salt into blender and pulse lightly. Add to bowl. Pour balsamic vinaigrette and olive oil into blender, and run at high speed for about 10 seconds (you will see it just begin to "fluff"). Add to mixture in bowl and serve warm with toasted bread and sliced mozzarella.

Steroids: Enough Already!

News just came out that David Ortiz is on the list of 104 players that tested positive for banned substances in 2003. We are supposed to be shocked and appalled, again, but the truth is, this constant leaking of the list is rapidly becoming a chinese water torture. Every month or so, another name "leaks." If it is really that easy for the names to get out, why not just publish the whole list? Or better yet, let's just drop the whole damn subject. Yes, it's cheating. I get that, and understand that we are all supposed to be upset because of the "integrity" of the game. But really, let's take a look at that "integrity."

Webster's defines integrity thusly: "A firm adherence to a code of especially moral or artistic values." So then, what is the integrity of baseball? If we assume that a moral code develops within a given group based on the standards of that particular community, we can define the integrity of that group based upon its history. And baseball's history tells us a lot about exactly how outraged we should be by these "cheaters."

Just Win, Baby

Ty Cobb was elected into the Hall of Fame by one of the largest margins ever recorded, eclipsing even Babe Ruth in that category. This from a man who sharpened his spikes so that when he slid into second, he could slide with his spikes high and stab the person covering the base. Needless to say, his stolen base records stood for a long time. Was this against the rules? It was just as much against the rules as performance enhancing drugs (PED) were before 2004. He also was a known gambler, called before the Commissioner for "fixing games," who was let off because he threatened to reveal others involved and the depth of corruption. In other words, he had his own list, and rather than let him reveal them slowly in an early precedent to today's scandals, baseball ignored it! Sound familiar? (As a sidenote, he also was one of the most infamous racists in baseball, beat up and stabbed a black porter in a hotel, refused to go to Cuba because he wouldn't play against "darkies," and fought an umpire under the stands after an argument about strikes. The fight had to be broken up after Cobb began strangling the umpire in an attempt to kill him.) But Cobb represents the "good old days," so let's just ignore all of that.

The Miracle at Coogan's Bluff

The year is 1951. The date: August 11th. The New York Giants trail the Dodgers by 13 1/2 games in the race for the pennant, when suddenly, they start to win. The late summer and early fall become one of the most electrifying pennant races in baseball history, as the Giants win 37 of their last 44 to force a playoff with the Dodgers. The teams split the first two games, so it came down to one game for all the marbles. The Dodgers led 4-1 going into the bottom of the ninth, when Alvin Dark singled, Mueller singled, Lockman doubled, and then Bobby Thomson knocked a liner over the left field wall for "the shot heard round the world." Amazing, real baseball. The kind of thing you look back on and say, "THAT is what it should be about. A team coming together to win it all." There's just one problem: The Giants were cheating.

Starting in July of that year,Herman Franks would sit in Durocher's office in centerfield with a telescope, and steal the signs of the opposing catcher, use a buzzer to signal the pitch to the bullpen, where players would signal the batter. After this practice started, Thomson's average went up by 100 points! Technically, sign stealing is not illegal; however, the use of technology to do so is, and was at the time. Of course, technically, PEDs were not illegal in 2003. But by cheating, we were given one of the most famous plays in baseball. Just brush the sign-stealing under the rug. Ignore it.

Baseball Goes Green

When Hall of Famer Ralph Kiner returned from WWII to the Pirates, he discovered that the trainer had, readily available, the same "greenies" used by GIs in the war to get an extra burst of energy. Often, before the second game of a double-header, trainers would hand out greenies to the players to give them the energy to perform. "All the trainers in all the ballparks had them," Kiner said. This was in the 1940s! All the way through the seventies, many teams would have two coffee pots in the locker room, with one labelled "hot," meaning that it had amphetamines dissolved in it for an extra kick. Realistically speaking, if it is true that every locker room had this, and every trainer had a "candy bowl" of greenies available, how can we look back on the records of Dimaggio, Williams, Mays, Maz, Yaz, and everyone else from that era without the same lingering question marks? How can we look at Roger Maris, suddenly out of nowhere hitting better than the Mick, without questioning it? If we are going to question PEDs of all types, the questioning has to go all the way back. So why doesn't it? Because, when it came to the use of amphetamines, baseball and all of its fans decided to ignore it.

Blind? Or Just Didn't Care?

1998. Baseball had come out of a season-ending strike, and fans had moved on to other things, other sports. Attendance and TV ratings were down. There was talk that even hockey was going to pass baseball in fan interest, moving into the "Big Three" of American sports. But then Mark Mcgwire starting hitting home runs. In May, Sammy Sosa caught fire, hitting 20 home runs in one month, and the race was on. It became a huge spectacle for a variety of reasons, not least of which being that one was a Cub, the other a Cardinal. So when someone saw the Andro in Mcgwire's locker, it was a big deal, right? No. Because we were all just enjoying the race so much, and we told ourselves, "hey, it's not against the rules." Sosa was later caught with a corked bat. We didn't try to change the records from that year. No, we were so happy to have good baseball stories, we all, baseball and its fans, chose to ignore it.

2003 and Beyond

In 2003, MLB started a program of random, anonymous drug testing, an agreement reached with the MLBPA to examine if a stricter drug policy were needed. The players were informed that it would be anonymous. 104 players tested positive for some form of PED, so baseball initiated a formal policy. Of course, MLB didn't keep the tests anonymous, as they promised (THAT'S integrity), so now we are subjected to the slow torture of these revelations. But let's face the facts: We don't really care. We are TOTALLY willing to ignore it, just as we have everything else, including the above examples, Gaylord Perry's spitballs, Joe Niekro's emery board, and many other examples from the "code of moral ... values" established within the sport.

After all, as a wise man once said, "Your standards are defined by what you choose to ignore."

From Here On Out

So I've decided to change what this blog is all about. From here on out, it shall be recipes and sports, for men. The recipes will all be man-type recipes that will help to impress a woman, using tools men have handy. No foie gras here. So, let's have some fun!

Does size really matter?

I'm going with yes.