Politics in a Sports Bar – Encore

I just know that most of you have missed Jenny; the cute waitress at our local sports bar, with whom I have became friendly over the past few months.

To tell you the truth, for a variety of reasons I haven’t gone back to the bar for a while. Mainly because I am not really much of a bar fly and really couldn’t give it a hoot, which of the professional teams is winning, or losing, or whatever. As far as I am concerned the NBA, the NFL, the MLB, or even the NHL, or NASCAR for that matter could disappear overnight and I wouldn’t miss them one bit.

The World Cup, the Euro, or the Olympics – I do plan to totally boycott the Beijing opening circus completely, but do plan to watch most of the competition – are another story. These events I am actually interested in watching and although I am not a total maniac, I do consider this to be much better entertainment than the shows that the U.S. sports franchises have to offer.

But enough of this non-stop digressing. On a recent really hot and really humid June day, shortly after some really violent thunderstorms, tornadoes and downpours, I pulled up in front of the now famous (just kidding) sports bar – which has already been the setting of three earlier stories – and gasped at the heat and humidity after getting out of my car. Wouldn’t it be nice if our weather came from Canada, instead of the Gulf of Mexico? You bet! Anyway, walked over to the drinking/professional sports-watching establishment and quickly moved inside, into the blessed coolness of the air conditioning. It wasn’t quite as cool as I hoped it would be, but bearable. I guess their AC unit, just like the one in my car and at home, simply couldn’t cope with the 95 degree Fahrenheit temperatures and the over 90 percent humidity.

Got seated in one of my usual booths in the smoking half of the bar and before I even managed to take out my tobacco, rolling machine, papers and the brass Zippo, Jenny hovered over the table. “Long time no see,” she said. I looked up and smiled. She was just too pretty not to smile at and I wondered why I haven’t been visiting more regularly. After all, really cute, short and fit, little blondes, with a good sense of humor and a warm disposition are not that easy to find and this one seemed to kind of like me. I made a mental note not to let this one get away. “Sorry, ” I said. “I was really busy, but I hope that you might find time again to join me. I really enjoy our conversations,” I winked at her and she smiled. “Sure, but you got to make me one of those great tasting cigarettes again.” I nodded, already getting a couple of papers out of their package and unrolling the tobacco pouch. “I suppose you’ll be wanting a large Sam Adams, with this heat and all and a well done Angus steak and mushroom burger, like last time,” she asked. Once again I was flattered by the fact that she remembered. “Yes, please”.

She went away and I busied myself making cigarettes for both of us. Looked around. There weren’t that many people at the bar this time around. The TVs were showing still another NBA game, somewhere and the walls were as usual decorated with the typical assortment of old sports gear and posters. I finished my cigarette and as lit if with the Zippo, Jenny plunked a large mug of beer in front of me. “I’ll join you in a few minutes, when I bring you the burger,” she said. “Just don’t smoke the one you’re making there for me”. I thanked her and took a sip of the cold beer. The mug was streaked with condensation and the coaster really made a lot of sense today. Good! That first sip is always the best, I thought. Had another drag of my hand-rolled cigarette and looked around, waiting for Jenny to come back. Noticed that one of the large, flat screen TVs was displaying a soccer game. ‘Why am I saying ‘soccer’,” I thought ‘ this is the REAL football, not the NFL variety, with the ridiculous uniforms, the crappy half time shows and the cheerleaders’, although I must say that the cheerleaders do tend to be one of the most interesting parts of American football. It was Euro 2008, played this year in Austria and Switzerland. I looked closer. It was almost the end of the Poland-Germany game in group B and with a few minutes left in the game Poland was losing 2-0. It should be noted that Lukas Podolski, the German superstar was actually born in Poland, along with three other “German” players. As a matter of fact, there were very few “real” Germans on the German national team. And Poland had a newly acquired Brazilian and a Nigerian. I guess this is another example of globalization…

“Hey! Are you there?” I haven’t even noticed that Jenny placed a good looking hamburger plate, with large home fries in front of me and that she was already sitting across, pouring a Sapporo beer from a large can into her glass, with the hand rolled cigarette dangling from her shapely mouth. I rushed over with the Zippo. She held my hand in hers as I lit the cig, inhaled deeply, held it for a bit and gushed out:”Oh yeah! I love the taste of these. Sooo much better then any of the commercial brands”. I smiled an ‘I told you’ smile and opened up the burger, to smother if with the ever present Ball Park mustard and the Heinz ketchup, reassembled the buns and took a bite. Nice! Jenny was watching me, with that slight, but oh so telling grin. ‘I think we got something going here,’ I thought. At least I hoped so. She was probably about 20 years younger than me and in really good shape. She must be over 30, but her bare arms were showing none of the flab that women her age tend to accumulate by this time and having taken a good look at her butt and legs both in pants and in a shortish skirt during previous visits I KNEW she had a great body. And that pretty, beguiling face…I was definitely interested!

“So, tell me,” she said. “How do you feel about Hillary finally throwing in the towel? Isn’t it time that she would finally get the message?” “Yep! About time. Maybe Obama will finally be able to start working his campaign against McCain,” I answered. “Isn’t it amazing that some people will even consider voting for someone, who voted for and is still supporting the war?” she said. “And that Lieberman creep, hovering around McCain. Wonder whose interest he has at heart. Certainly not ours.” Jenny added. I nodded. It is just too hard to believe that anyone in his right mind would support that political and military disaster. I took another bite of the Angus burger, followed by a couple of French fries and a bite of pickle. “Remember when those pig fuckers in Congress have renamed these the ‘freedom fries’?” Her smile wasn’t strained at all and this was the first time I have used a four-letter word when talking to her. Just as I thought. A normal girl, with a normal, healthy sense of humor. “At least most of the really nasty pig fuckers, as you call them, have resigned, retired, or been thoroughly disgraced by their homosexual affairs,” she added with a very, very mischievous smirk. I couldn’t help grinning, remembering Republican Senator Larry Craig and his tapping encounter at the Minneapolis Airport and his ‘wide stance’ crapping habits. Lets not forget California’s Rep. David Dreier, Mark Foley and others. “I guess there must be something about republicanism that brings about these flaming assholes and speaking of that, I wonder who the Republican running mate is going to be?” I said. “If it is Lieberman, McCain has lost already,” said Jenny.” He would be much better off with Condie. That might give him at least some of the black vote.” “I suppose,” I agreed between bites. “But I still cannot believe that anyone would even consider voting for someone, who has committed an act as treasonous as voting for the Iraq war, or for the Patriot Act, for that matter”. “Honey, lets not get too fired up over all of this. It’s not that busy today. I could get off early today, if you’re interested.” I looked at her. The expression was warm and more than inviting. Yes! I think we got something here! “Absolutely! Just let me pay for this and point the way!”

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