Saturday, June 30, 2007

Bums and Irony

Irony is an interesting concept. Irony probably accounts for a significant percentage of blog posts around the world today, and most of our comedy.

Irony, however, is usually lost on our local River North bums. I think there is probably a more politically correct word to use than "bum" but "bum" is most apt. They could be homeless but they probably have a home somewhere else, and they pop up here in River North due to the number of friendly tourists and their open hearts and wallets.

The irony is that very often there is a bum panhandling outside the Jewel grocery store on State and Grand. The bums usually panhandle right in front of the door, trying to catch you on the way in or the way out.

And what sign is on the door, about 2 feet away from their head? A sign for open positions, at Jewel! Jewel has a variety of positions, some skilled, but many unskilled. Could they learn to be a bagger, or work maintenance, or stock shelves? Probably. And right through the door are people working hard for a living, at jobs that aren't that great, while they don't do anything for themselves and harass passer-bys.

I was particularly irate this morning because when I headed over to Jewel to do some shopping the streets were mostly deserted of tourists. Due to the fact that the "absolute" level of bums is relatively constant, the "bum to citizen" ratio was highly out of whack and I got hit up for money 4 times on the way over and a few times on the way back. The typical aggressive bum tactic is to try to strike up a conversation by asking a question and demand your attention; thankfully the iPod drowns them out, and sunglasses avoid eye contact.

Maybe next time they want to ask me a question I'll ask them if they've heard of the concept of Irony. Probably not...

Moonrise





One of the best features of living in a River North high rise is the view. On certain nights the moon rises across the sky, hiding behind buildings along the way. In the past, when I thought of the moon, I always pictured it slowly moving, high in the sky. But these pictures show a fast-moving moon...

The first photo shows the moon peeking out between two buildings. This was taken at 9:23pm. The next four photos show the moon rising up at the following times:

  1. 9:58pm
  2. 10:01pm
  3. 10:03pm
  4. 10:13pm (higher up in the sky)
The moon moves so fast it must be seen to be believed. One time it rose across the lake (I have a sliver of a lake view) and the water glowed underneath. I have a new video camera and once I figure out how to use it properly I will get a movie when it moves across the building.

It is a challenge to take decent photos at night... Dan would say that it is a challenge for me to take decent photos at all :). I now set it on a night setting and let the timer turn the camera on and off while it is balanced on the ledge, this seems to work pretty well. I have to watch it closely in case a breeze blows my tiny camera off onto the pedestrians below...

Time to Move Forward

I am once again looking for a third blogger to join our team here at LITGM. If you are interested, please email me - my address is in my profile which you can access under "contributors" on the top of the sidebar.

I will leave this up top for a few days, so for newer posts, please scroll down.

Addendum: Kick ass, we have a victim volunteer! Posts to come hopefully within the week.

Places I Need to Visit - Or Not


In the true spirit of the blogosphere I have stolen an idea from Annie for a post. With the link at the end of this post you can make a map like I have above of all the states you have visited. After thinking about it I was surprised that I had, in fact, visited pretty much all of the Southern states except Mississippi and Alabama. I think one day I will knock down Alabama by going to a Tide or Tiger game, but I am not sure if I will ever make it to Mississippi.

Alaska is high on my list and my wife promises me that eventually I will make it to Hawaii for a vacation. Of course that will have to include at least one full day at Pearl for the historian in me.

There is a huge swath of the plains that I have never been to as well. I have been tinkering with the idea of a nationwide road trip someday just because it is something I have always wanted to do. Johnny J lives on an island off the coast of Washington - I may have to invite myself out there someday to see what it is like to live in "Uganda by the bay" as I like to call Whidbey Island, where Johnny resides. That last sentence is an inside joke to all but a few.

On the way, Carl says I need to stop to see Glacier National Park, which he insists is one of the most beautiful spots in the US. Think I might have to do that. And I have heard nothing but good about Idaho as well. Oh, and I would need to see the dead presidents at Rushmore too.

Some relatives of mine own a cabin in Colorado and I would like to drive there someday as well - maybe knock down Nebraska on the way there and Kansas on the way back. Many people tell me that this drive will be boring as snot, but I still want to see the "amber waves of grain".

Lets see whats left...a bunch of east coast states. I have said many times that I would love to vacation in Maine someday. I need to see NYC, just to see it. I don't really have too much desire to visit the rest of those states unless someone can come up with a compelling reason for me to go there.


create your own visited states map

A Day at Miller Park, Part Four

Here is part one, part two, part three. Click any photo for larger.

Many stories have been told about the Sausage Race at Miller Park - many of them are true and some of them are urban legends. Taking a very unscientific poll of me looking around, I estimate of the men, about half had money on the Sausage Race as after the race there was a lot of cash changing hands. The women and kids were rooting for their favorites and having fun too. As tradition dictates, I always get the Brat and my kid can choose from any of the others, which are Hot Dog, Polish, Italian and Chorizo. The bet between myself and my daughter was one dollar, but if I won I had no intention of collecting. She chose Polish. Soooo, here we go!

Warming up...
Get set...
GO!
Rounding the corner you can see the sausages tag off to the little weenies who have to motor it the rest of the way down the first base line.
And the winner is.....hard to tell, but POLISH! And the kid wins a buck. I swear to god that the person yelling in this video is NOT me. I didn't make one sound, it is people all around me screaming for their sausage to win.




After about the eighth inning my kid had enough and it was time to go. The game ended right as we got home in Madison believe it or not, after 11 innings. What a great day. If you ever have the chance I highly recommend you visit beautiful Miller Park for a fun and relaxing day.

Friday, June 29, 2007

A Day at Miller Park, Part Three

Part one is here, part two is here. Click any photo for larger.

One of the few gripes I have about Miller Park is the extreme volume of the loudspeakers. We had nose bleed seats and we were up by the speakers. Damn they were loud. My kid could hardly handle it.
But every seat is good at Miller Park from a visual perspective as you can see in this shot.
And every seat was filled as you can see from this photo down the right field line.
It was truly a junk food festival and I bought my kid some Cracker Jacks. The prize was super lame and there were almost zero peanuts inside. I am giving the Cracker Jacks a big thumbs down.
In between one of the innings they dragged out someone in a chicken costume and tried to get everybody to do the chicken dance. It was a failure and I even heard some people booing them out of there. Must have been bitter wedding reception attendees from the night before.
Everyone was there for one and only one set of costumes and those are the sausages. The world famous sausage race will be featured in the final part of this series, part 4.

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Brick No Hit Back

Ever seen Bloodsport?

The folks over at Spike TV, bless their hearts, play this movie all the time. To me this is one of the only movies that I can watch over and over and over and still enjoy it. The acting is so poor as to be laughable, and you can't help but chuckle at the stupidity of the script. But the fight scenes are awesome.

Bloodsport features a young and very fit (in his prime?) Jean Claude van Damme playing the role of Frank Dux (pronounced dooks). He is a fighter trained by an old man, one Tanaka. He decides one day to fight in an underground full contact tournament called the Kumite (pronounced koomitay) to honor his dying teacher. As Dux presents his invitation to the tournament to the organizers, they are suspicious that he is actually from the Tanaka clan because he isn't, for lack a better word, oriental looking. He does this stupid trick where he hits the top of a stack of bricks and is able to "blow up" the one on the bottom, proving his awesome physical and mental prowess. The organizers of the Kumite let him in the tournament. The defending champion is Chong Li, played by Bolo Yeung. He steps forward with everyone hushed and says to Dux "Brick no hit back".

I won't spoil the rest for you, but lets just say that the remainder of the movie comes out quite as expected. As I mentioned previously, the fight scenes are great - well choreographed, but entertaining. Many different martial arts styles are represented (even Muay Thai) and the interaction between them, although heavily choreographed makes for some entertaining cinema.
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I was thinking about this line last night. Muay Thai classes "roll" or repeat themselves every so often. They do this for a couple of reasons. One, so you can keep refreshing your skills (especially important for beginners) and two, so brand new people can keep getting all the classes in that will be required for later tests. Last night was all out sparring, body and leg shots only, kicks and punches allowed (no knees or elbows), 30-50% force. It was a great test of my progress. Bricks don't hit back, but people do.
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It was very cool to dominate the newer guys. I have come so far in just two months. All of their moves look like they are in slow motion to me and I can block their punches, defend their kicks and be able to get my stuff off in a very nice fashion, scoring well. It was also very rewarding to be able to hold my own much better against guys who were at a much higher level than me. They still end up dominating me, but not as much as before. I have a hard time with their hand speed and the way they set me up with feints. I received several fairly hard kicks in the ribs last night before I learned to defend better. That is part of learning.
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The other good news is that I am getting in such good shape that the blows that I do take don't hurt half as hard as they used to. I shrugged off many direct shots that just a month ago might have taken the wind out of my sails.
I am here to tell you, two minutes of sparring is tiring. Really tiring. We did six rounds last night with two minute rests inbetween. But I have to admit, all of my treadmill work is paying off big time in this aspect. My strategy is to usually work defense the first half of the round and then increase the pressure a lot on my opponent in the second half of the round - they are usually quite winded and I am able to score much better. Most of the higher level guys are in better shape, but of the beginners, I will put my cardio fitness up against any of them anytime.

One beginner guy was a little too aggressive and he was kicking 100%. I asked him three times to ease up on the kicks (he was killing my left thigh) but he was either stupid or just being an ass. Eventually I figured out that he wasn't going to change it so I decided to practice my maneuvering. Predictably he ran out of gas in the last thirty seconds. I faked left, and he went for it. I came down on his thigh with the hardest kick I could muster, and the noise was deafening as my shin guard came crashing into his thigh - the kick looked like this, except I got him a little higher on the thigh, right in the middle.
That was the end of that. He fully understood that he was supposed to give 30-50%, not full contact like he was doing to me. He was pretty cool about it and apologized to me. The scary part was that his thigh kicks on me were all he had - and they hurt me, but not too much. My kick, on the other hand, was definitely hurting him as he had a huge welt forming.
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This sparring was intense and the camaraderie it creates is wonderful. Most all the time the guys in the gym get along great. My mind was swimming in endorphins when I left and I felt a huge natural high. The greens seemed greener, the blues bluer on my drive home.
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I was told that on Friday we will have a basic workout, and then the gym will be closed all next week. As I mentioned before, I am sore and the time off will be welcome. I will still work out in my basement and do more cardio during the break. Then the week of July 9 it is back to classes and keep marching toward my goal of Thai Shorts by Thanksgiving.

Oh yeah I will be downing a few of these today, no doubt.

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

NFL Possibly Losing a Customer

I never thought there would be the day when I seriously considered giving up my Bears season tickets, but it seems that the day may well be approaching.

It would be easy to give up on going to the Bear games if they enacted a PSL for my seats. That I have written about before, and it is one of my "lines in the sand" when it comes to the Bears. Or any team for that matter.

The football game days, as much as I love them, are loooong, and I am getting tired of it. Two and a half hours each way in the car = five hours drive time every game. I have to admit I love the tailgating and the camaraderie with my friends. Nothing beats that part. And, of course I put others to shame with my shrimp/ribs spread. But ugh...a couple times last year it took me almost FIVE hours to get home due to the insane Chicago traffic. Yep, Sunday evening. The Kennedy is socked in now 24/7. It truly is a game of luck and chance as to your fate when leaving the Big City.

The Vikings game scarred me last year - it was TEN degrees at game time and our beer was freezing in our cups. I think the wind chill was well below zero - I just can't handle that crap anymore.

Summary - every Sunday I go to a Bear game is gone - nothing else productive can be done. I leave my house at around 6 am and get back somewhere around 7 pm. If there is good traffic. Like I said earlier, a couple times last year I got home at 10 pm. FOR A NOON START!

Perusing this season's schedule, the opener this year (which I must attend...because it is the opener) starts at 3.15 pm vs. the Chefs. DAMN! There is a distinct possibility I won't get home until midnight from that one. The next game is against the Cowboys, the team I loved when I was a kid - I would really like to attend that one, but it is a night game. No dice. All the rest start at noon, until later in the season when the NFL has its "flex schedule" games and we all have no clue when those start.

I had been dealing with this pretty well until last year when the Bears had two extra playoff games at the end - I simply could not make it to the NFC Championship game. I was exhausted.

Can you believe that? I was so pissed at the traffic and so tired that I just said "f*ck it" to the biggest game ever at the new Soldier Field, and possibly a once in a lifetime opportunity. I watched it in the comfort of my home, Astronomicon at my side, taunting the Bear (or, more properly, Rex) haters over there as we destroyed the 'Aints on the way to the Super Bowl.

So the inconvenience factor is huge, but as I mentioned, it is always fun to go to the games and catch up with the old buds and have a few beers and pig out. Now there is another factor. The NFL or National Felon League.

The behavior this last year from these athletes has been absolutely abhorrent. I will exclude no team. Besides the fact that all of these guys (practically) are pounding 'roids, growth hormone and everything else, now they are all acting criminally on a scale that I can't ever remember. Sure, in the past we had our Hollywood Hendersons, Nate Newtons, OJs and Mark Chmuras, but now it seems to me that every day I am reading about some NFL athlete getting into trouble. Brawls, illegal/unsafe firearm usage, drugs, dog fighting (!), domestic battery, picking up hookers, and all other sorts of mayhem have been committed by NFL players very recently.

I am disgusted. And this is just the shit we are hearing about!

You can see where I am going with this - I don't want to give these people my money.

As the saying goes, "I have had it up to here" with the likes of these people. My limit has almost been reached. If the NFL can't clean itself up by the end of this year, I think I am out. I have already paid for this year, so I will be in for it, but I am thinking five or six games tops, because of the inconvenience factor mentioned above.

Nobody is making me go to these games and it seriously pisses me off that my money is going to finance these immature, stupid actions that hurt society.

Frankly, at this point, I would rather be working out or spending time with my family. Time will tell.

A Day at Miller Park, Part Two

Part one is here, click any photo for larger.


Here is a view outside Miller Park. The retractable roof is open and if you enlarge the photo you can see the leafs (leaves?) on top, nestled one on top of the other. There are three on each side. When constructing Miller Park and working on this roof, a crane collapsed killing three men. There is a memorial outside the park dedicated to them.

Outside Miller Park there is a statue (and a pretty good one, I might add) of the REAL home run king, Hank Aaron. He played for the Milwaukee Braves from 1954-1965, and the Milwaukee Brewers from 1975-1976.
Inside Miller Park there is a playground for the kids to let off some steam. This is an outstanding idea as parents with little ones will agree. Baseball is hard to understand and pretty damned boring for little kids and this is a great outlet for them.
I happened upon one of the many bars in the ultra wide concourse at Miller Park and I just started laughing out loud at this decision. Quick math puts the quality New Glarus Naked at .34 per ounce and the Miller Lite swill at .30 per ounce. I can afford luxury at those rates.
As always, I give quality beer and baseball the thumbs up!

Parts three and four to come including the world famous Sausage Race!

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

A Day at Miller Park, Part One

Click any photo for larger.

Last Sunday I took one of my daughters to a baseball game at Miller Park in Milwaukee. The Brewers lost 4-3 in 11 innings. They played pretty poorly most of the game and really didn't deserve to win, but that is another story.

The place was sold out as the play of the Brewers this year has been mostly solid and has earned them what looks like to be a five or six game lead in the horrific NL Central by the time the All Star Break will come around.

The parking lot at Miller Park is everything I had hoped Soldier Field would be, but isn't.

When they announced that Soldier Field would be renovated I was very disappointed. I knew right off the bat that tailgating spots would be lost and that no traffic issues would be resolved. My original hopes were that they would just tear down the decrepit structure and put a new stadium up where the old Poplar Creek music theater was - that way you could have a massive parking lot all around the stadium, with easy entrance and exit right off I-90. But Cook County, the City of Chicago and the Bears were having none of that so we have our current mess, a place where you have to negotiate all of the regular heavy Chicago traffic and THEN enter an area where they are trying to "sardine can" 70,000 more people into a two square mile area.

The Brewers have always done this correctly. For eight dollars, you get a spot in their humongous parking lot to tailgate away before the game - AND you actually have a little elbow room to boot. Some people even had those shade tents set up in the lot, which have been verboten in the Soldier Field South Lot for a long time. Lets compare and contrast - here is an aisle in the parking lot of Miller Park:














And here is one of Soldier Field from last football season:














You can see that the person density is crazy at Soldier Field as the South Lot squeezes in every car they possibly can for that revenue.

The Miller Park atmosphere was much more pleasant as well. The music wasn't as loud and there wasn't the obligatory Van Halen 2 (the official record of the Chicago Bears tailgate) nor insanely loud DefTones. The people weren't half as intoxicated either, making for a much better environment for my kid. I am starting to come around to the side of people who say that professional football fans are the worst of the worst. The only issue in the tailgate lot this day was when the guy next to us fired up "Crazy Bitch" by Buckcherry - when I heard the song I politely asked him if he could just skip that one tune as I had a little kid with me. He was great and fast forwarded it which was cool. I give him and this whole day the big thumbs up.














There was literally an ocean of cars as far as my eye could see.














We stuffed ourselves with cheeseburgers, chips and strawberries. She had some Sprecher Root Beer, while I enjoyed the Sprecher Abbey Triple Ale. That isn't my usual tailgate feast, but it is what my daughter wanted and we both enjoyed the chow greatly. Oddly enough the chips were almost a bigger treat than the burgers - there is no junk food at my house so having a few of those was special. Funny how things that you don't get, like simple potato chips, seem special or unique after not having them in such a long time.

More on this fun filled day later in the week.

Art Altenburg's Concertina Bar, Part Three

Part one of this series is here, and part two is here.

Of course, my dad and I cajoled Art into playing a little song for us as we sat at the bar.





Yep, he has lost a bit of the old fire, but entertaining nonetheless.

After our solo Art asked us if we had ever seen a coin operated concertina. Of course neither myself nor my father had. So he dragged this old tiny one down from the shelf and asked me to put a quarter in it. I did and he shook it for about five seconds and said if you put a half dollar in there you get a longer play. Hilharious. Here is a poor video of that. I wish I would have done a better job on this video, but oh well.




Here is another photo of a photo I saw in the bar that I really liked. It was taken over fifty years ago. That is Art in the back with the concertina, of course.



If you have the chance, visit the concertina bar! They still have live polka bands every Thursday, Friday and Saturday night.
Oh that reminds me. On one part of a wall are photos of Art through the years with all the polka bands that have played there. If you look closely, he is posed exactly the same way in every photo. Pretty funny. Try to get there before Art sells it - without him there I don't think it will be the same.

And you may get treated to a turkey gizzard - he still makes them himself and they are stored where they always have been - in that cooler behind the bar.

Monday, June 25, 2007

Not Getting It...

A couple of years ago I had a condo for sale. I was referred to a real estate agent who was advertised as one of the top agents in Chicago.

I called her and she was very professional. She sized things up and came up with a price that was higher than I would have guessed (we told her we didn't have any expectations). The condo sold literally the first day it was on the market (we were also lucky in our timing).

Since she seemed to know her stuff I started asking her about the web site for her company which was filled with high end homes that she was selling. Since our place sold so quickly, why weren't these selling, too?

After a while she grudgingly answered the question... those were the clients that didn't listen to her on what to charge for their home. I said that she ought to re-name her site "the graveyard of mis-priced homes" and she laughed.

In the Sunday Chicago Tribune real estate section there is an article about what you should expect from a good real estate agent titled "The Marketing Your Agent SHOULD be doing". The article, as the title implies, mentions using the web, responding to feedback, incentives, and being present at the showing, all decent advice (I suppose, I am not an expert).

But the funniest part is the ASTONISHING first paragraph:

"Her home has sat on the market three years, a testament to just how tough it can be to move a higher-priced residence in this downturn. But Nancy Mitros, who owns a home in Flossmoor, doesn't blame her real estate agent. Quite the opposite: She's thrilled with the effort that Sue Jenner (her agent) has made."

Now let's think about this a minute... someone has been trying to sell their house for three years and hasn't gotten the message that maybe their home is mis-priced. And why the heck is the supposedly smart agent wasting their time with this maroon (to use a phrase from ancient cartoons)? Note how this genius seller picked the peak time to start selling but wisely managed to price it so high that it couldn't move and now she is stuck in a down market. Finally, don't expect the writer at the Chicago Tribune to point out how stupid that this person is to hold out with the wrong price for three years - everything is giddy with joy in real estate, I guess, and no one makes a bad decision that requires a calling-out. Either that or the writer doesn't know what they are talking about and decided to make this article about people and emotions rather than common sense. You be the judge...

Art Altenburg's Concertina Bar, Part Two

Part two of a three part series. For part one of the Concertina Bar, click here. Click on any photo to enlarge.

Here is a shot of the bar from the front area looking toward the rear.
Art actually had his Concertina Bar patented. It is the only one in the United States. And he has the proof on the wall.
And here is Art himself. He has been doing this for about thirty years. An interesting guy to chat with. I settled down at the bar and hesitatingly ordered a Sprecher Amber on tap. Don't get me wrong - the beer is fine, but as a rule these types of bars clean their tap lines out about once every millenium. Turns out it was just fine.

As is tradition in my family, my dad and I asked him about a million questions. Everything from what this building was before he bought it (a union hall) to where he was from (Mosinee, WI I think he said) to how much he was selling the joint for ($375k).
Below are two photos, the second is a photo of a photo. It was a large photo on the back wall of the joint that I decided to take a random photo of. Can you see all the things that have not changed in the 25 years between when these snaps were taken? For starters, look at the chips hanging on the cooler. How many more things can you spot that haven't moved? On the same place where you see him playing his concertina all those years ago, we were treated to a song. That will be for you to see in the final part of this three part series.

Sunday, June 24, 2007

The Price and The Truth

Well, well, well. The battle has begun.

Charter Communications is the only cable provider here in Madison. Comcast has a very large subscriber base as well in Big Ten territory. From the tone of this article it seems as though both sides (Big Ten Network vs. cable networks) are starting to pull out the heavy artillery.

I would like to break the article apart a bit and try to separate truth from...well...bullshit.
The conference and Comcast are at odds over the price of the new Big Ten Network and whether it should be offered on basic cable. And they're also feuding over the wording of a press release in which Comcast said the Big Ten network will show "second and third-tier sporting events," called it "a niche sports channel" and added: "Indiana basketball fans don't want to watch Iowa volleyball, but the Big Ten wants everyone to pay for their new network.

Yes, the BTN is probably asking too much for their new network. As I wrote before, a few people are definitely skirting around the big issue. The BTN is about football and men's basketball, period. ALL of the other sports COMBINED (men's and women's) don't account for a fraction of the revenue or ratings of those two sports. Practically nobody cares about who won the Big Ten Championship in volleyball, fencing, rowing, rugby, lacrosse, track, or (insert any other little sport here). There are some minor exceptions, such as the popularity of hockey here in Madison for UW, but in general, my theory stands about the "minor" sports. I am sorry if you happen to be a wrestler or on the tennis team for a Big Ten school. These are simply facts and we need to have them on the table to have a decent discussion about this thing. So the quote about Indiana basketball fans not wanting to watch Iowa volleyball is correct, but should read that Indiana basketball fans don't want to watch ANY volleyball at all, not just Iowa volleyball.
In the Midwest, when you're talking about a women's sports team, you talk about them with respect," Delany said. "They're not second tier. Certainly, games at Michigan and Penn State and Ohio State -- I don't care who the opponent is, those are not second-tier games.

This is simply laughable. I actually, literally laughed out loud when I read this statement. NOBODY cares about women's sports in general, especially minor sports like rowing, fencing, etc. I don't have anything against women's sports. The facts are that the vast majority of the sports viewing public just doesn't give two shits about who wins the women's basketball championship. Of course millions of people will turn in to view a number one seed in the men's basketball tournament play a sixteen seed, a team that amounts to be not much better than most high school state champions. I honestly think that the networks have the women's basketball selection show just to keep feminists and other women's rights groups off their asses. to summarize, Delaney should suck it up and just admit that nobody really cares about anything in his conference except football and men's basketball. This goes for every conference, not just the Big Ten.
Cohen reiterated that the top games would go to ABC and ESPN and the Big Ten Network would simply serve a niche market. He said the cable company would like to carry the network, but not if it means sticking customers with "a burdensome Big Ten tax.

Comcast's Cohen is absolutely correct here. It cannot be argued. The Big Ten Network gets the second selection of games three times and the third selection of games three times during the coming season. The rest of the season they get the crumbs. Northwestern vs. Indiana. Illinois vs. Minnesota. Michigan State vs. Purdue. Iowa vs. Indiana. Illinois vs. Northwestern. These are crap games, plain and simple unless one of the teams has a stellar year. But if they do, too bad...ESPN and ABC get first choice EVERY WEEK. The bottom line is that the BTN will basically be catering to a LOCAL NICHE MARKET, plain and simple.

I assume all of this posturing and prodding is meant to drive the price down for the BTN and I bet it will work. I just wish Delaney would get off of his high horse and realize that except for the relatives of the members of the Iowa volleyball team, nobody cares about them. I am glad that Iowa has a volleyball team, but couldn't care less about them. And I never will, like 99.99% of those that view sports on TV. Heck I went to Illinois and don't even care about our volleyball team...like, I would assume, 99.99% of our alumni.

Much Needed Break

The gym where I attend Muay Thai classes is closed from June 30 - July 8. The instructor is going to see his teacher, Master Toddy, out in Vegas. You may have seen Master Toddy on TV. He is the trainer of the Fight Girls. I am told that Master Toddy isn't acting one bit in the show - that it is the way he always is.

As a side note, Master Toddy is actually from Thailand. He loves to train American fighters and then bring them back to Thailand to beat the native Thai fighters in their national sport. I guess he likes to prove that he can teach anyone who is committed enough to be a champion - and he likes to shake things up. Master Toddy has had many world champion fighters come out of his gym. The reason for my instructors' trip was for him to do some top notch training (he still fights professionally) and get new ideas on how to train his fighters.

There are good things coming to the gym, I am told. Either they are going to expand into the basement of their current place or they will be moving. Enrollment is at the point where it is time for the gym to spread its wings a bit.

I have also heard that there will be a Muay Thai "camp" coming this summer, and this fall a series of classes taught by none other than Duke Roufus, four time world champion. Both of these will be awesome.

But, as mentioned in the title of this post, I need a break. I have been working out like a madman in addition to being slammed at work. The days get long and my body is telling me so. The benefits are amazing though. This morning I weighed 191 and saw for the first time in my life that I can remember - ab muscles peeking out. All of those damned sit ups, crunches and everything else are paying off big time.

I had a private lesson with the instructor yesterday and I was looking forward to a nice "walk in the park" so to say, and improve my technique. Well, I did improve the technique, but is was anything but a walk in the park. We worked a lot of drills on the heavy bags, then, the unthinkable. Sparring with the instructor!

We were working combos, for two minute rounds. He was wearing focus mitts, I had my gloves on. There was no "low line", or kicks/knees, only "high line", which consists basically of your punches and elbows. Basically we were working structure and defense, along with hand speed.

When wearing the focus mitts, the instructor would call out combos for me to do and then receive the punches. It goes pretty fast when you get the drift. He doesn't call out punches, rather numbers that you associate with punches.

1 - jab
2 - cross
3 - left hook
4 - right uppercut
5 - left uppercut
6 - right body hook
7 - left body hook
8 - overhand right/elbow
9 - overhand left/elbow

Note that the odds are on your left side and the evens are on your right. This is reversed for a southpaw. I am actually a left handed writer, but hit a baseball, swing a golf club and do Muay Thai as a right hander. I shoot right handed as well. Don't ask me why.

We did a lot of combos and the instructor was making mental notes on my structure. Then he put on the gloves and we did the same drills. But now he was hitting back.

He didn't have to hit back too many times for me to get my defense together - quick. It was obvious that he was taking it easy on me, but he was making his point and showing me weakness in my defenses. It was amazing to try to spar with someone at that level. He was simply lightning quick and could see my punches coming a mile away. He did compliment me though and said that I have come a long way in just under two months. This lesson will definitely take me to the next level I think. I left with a lot of good drills to take home as well. I can use these to work on the kick bag with in the basement if I can't make class or like periods such as next week where the gym is closed. You can also run the combos and work on your defense at home if needed. I need a full length mirror now so I can work on my structure too.

I asked him at the end of the lesson if he thought I would reach my goal of earning my Thai Shorts by Thanksgiving and he said "at this pace, no problem". Awesome I said to myself.

But man, I am (pardon my french) fucking sore. I have been attending Muay Thai classes at least twice a week (sometimes three times) and on off days working out in my basement running on the treadmill and working on the heavy bag. Next week I will workout as normal, but the following week I will give the body some well needed rest. It is all good in the long run, and I have to admit all of these push ups, sparring, bag work, ab work and everything else are slowly but surely sculpting my body into fighter shape. I can notice a huge difference after only two months of this.

I am still not as flexible as I would like to be - I can't come close yet to doing head kicks like this one, but maybe in another few months I will be able to crack these off. By the way, this is what happens when you get tired and the hands start to drop - his fists should be up by the temples.

Saturday, June 23, 2007

Risk

A book on the best-seller list is by an investor and author named Taleb called "The Black Swan: The Impact of the Highly Improbable". In this book he uses the analogy of the black swan as a metaphor for risk; the Europeans had never seen a black swan nor even acknowledged the possibility that a black swan existed (e.g. they weren't including it in their mental models) yet the black swan thrived in Australia and shocked the sensibilities of the Europeans who settled the continent. I will go through his books at a later time but while reading about the mortgage crisis and issues it hit me that the mis-perception of risk is the root cause.

The Old Model:

Back in the early 90's I was an auditor in public accounting. As is my wont, I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. The savings and loan industry went gangbusters in the 1980's, leveraging up with properties and construction loans (even more volatile than sold real estate are loans to firms that are building "on spec"). By the time I got involved, it was working under contract for the Resolution Trust Corporation, a government entity that was in charge of taking over the defaulting savings and loan institutions and shutting them down.

What had happened was that the banks, who were insured by the Federal government (the FDIC insures deposits to make sure that individuals aren't wiped out when the banks fail like they were in the depression), made loans (mostly) on property under the motto "Heads I win, tails the government loses". They made a lot of loans and if the loans went well, they collected the interest and prospered. But if the loans went bad, they shut down, and the government had to go in and pay off the depositors and try to figure out what to do with the collateral. In this case, it meant selling off the property at some fraction of the original mortgage, with the government taking the loss.

This work for the Resolution Trust Corporation (RTC) was a sad business. We'd wait outside the banks and then go in and seize the assets (shut down the bank) after working hours. The people in the banks weren't stupid; they saw us outside and patiently let us in. This was Kansas City (the great Midwest, after all) so they were polite; probably wouldn't have been so easy in NYC. After the assets were secure the RTC would go about their business of selling the assets. Of all the government entities, the RTC was actually a pretty successful one, and their mission was essentially to "go out of business" by fixing the problem rather than creating a permanent mouth-breathing bureaucracy.

The Next Model:

After the savings and loan debacle, the rules were changed. The government regulated banks and saw to it that they didn't hold these loans to maturity through penalizing the banks by requiring them to hold more capital. Thus the banks wanted to get the loans and then sell them off to someone else who would hold the risks involved.

In parallel, Louis Ranieri (the guy famous in "Liar's Poker" about Salomon Brothers, a highly recommended book) basically invented the concept of "packaging" mortgages and then reselling them to third party investors (Wikipedia has a good summary of what a mortgage backed security is at this link).

With this model, one group of people originated the mortgage, the banks processed and resold (most) of the mortgages, which were in turn put into securities and re-sold to investors who were seeking "yield", which is basically a return on their investment.

This model got more complex; someone had the interesting idea that you could "create" AAA rated securities (the highest quality) out of a bunch of individual mortgages, some of which will fail. How is this done? Even under the most adverse circumstances at least 60% of the total contracts in the pool are going to pay off; thus if you "slice" the risk then this pool receives a very valuable security with very low risk of default. The risk, however, is concentrated into the other "tranches". At the highest risk (who demand the greatest return) are those that receive the first defaults in the pool; if there are very few defaults they make an extreme return; but they can also be wiped out entirely when events go badly. The middle "tranches" are in between in terms of risk and return. There is a HUGE demand for AAA securities and a limited universe of potential products; thus these mortgage securities were in demand. The riskier products also had demand in terms of people or institutions seeking yield who were willing to bear more risk.

The individuals originating the mortgage were groups like "New Century Financial". New Century Financial melted down in 2007, tied to the subprime mortgage craze. Companies like New Century Financial developed new products to drive demand, items like interest-only mortgages, or mortgages with a fixed initial rate (low) which adjust to interest rates later, leading to a spike in mortgage payments. These products had different (bad, but unknown) risk characteristics when compared to the traditional 30 year fixed rate mortgage with a big down payment (say 20%).

Risk:

Now the pieces are in place. Companies like New Century Financial were developing products for marginal borrowers and issuing mortgages like crazy; these individuals bought homes they couldn't afford and their mortgages were packaged up and sold to third party investors after the banks dumped them.

At one point I was purchasing a condo a few years ago. The condo was modest and I was going to put down a large down payment and borrow the rest. I had other financial resources and was not required to get a mortgage, but I didn't want to liquidate some items and draw down cash too far.

The mortgage broker, however, treated me like I was a piece of dirt. He constantly asked for more and more documentation, changing his requirements each time I talked to him. I tried to tell him that in fact they had NO risk since I was only financing 50% or so of the total cost of the property; the only way that the loan would have any risk is if the property DECLINED BY MORE THAN 50% IN VALUE. However, his (broken) internal risk model treated all borrowers the same; sure the sub-prime borrowers paid a higher rate (a couple of percentage points) but in fact they should have paid a hugely higher rate; my loan had ZERO risk while their 100% interest only loan in fact had immense risk of default.

So what happened? The model is collapsing. As the interest rates adjust and the cycle of ever upward home values ceased, a whole range of borrowers are now underwater. Since they have little or no equity in their homes, they are going to default at rates far higher than the historical norms.

The subprime lenders have been savaged by the market. New Century Financial went bankrupt along with many of the other players. The banks are mostly unscathed because they didn't hold the loans. The institutions that bought the mortgage backed securities are going to feel the pain next; they are already writing down the value of these assets on their books (the riskier tranches). Hedge funds hold a lot of these assets, too - Bear Stearns recently had 2 of their hedge funds in trouble until the company agreed to inject capital into them to keep them solvent (they could have walked away). Hedge funds compounded the risk and return by leveraging up on these instruments; thus changes in value had a larger impact on them - these Bear Stearns funds had delivered fantastic returns to investors prior to this meltdown, a characteristic of leverage (you do great on an upturn, but get killed on the downturn).

What's Next:

No one can predict the future. Here is what seems likely to happen:

- Existing sub prime borrowers are going to continue to default due to stagnant or falling home prices and low equity - they also can't refinance because those options are now gone
- New sub prime borrowers aren't going to be able to get into the market because loan policies have been tightened and interest rates would be exorbitant
- these defaults and cutting out 20% or so of the potential market of home buyers will further depress home prices, as the institutions who re-possessed the homes unload them back to the market (these institutions are MOTIVATED sellers)
- these defaults will ripple through the various institutions that have responsibility for the defaults and those that bought the end products (higher risk tranches). Where institutions used leverage to increase returns, they will fall first
- the ratings agencies will jump on these issues sooner and issue downgrades faster; this likely will increase the "spread" on riskier assets

In the end it is likely that a new set of policies will be put into place to limit marginal borrowers. This will restore much of the buy / rent imbalance that has occurred and bring values of homes back closer to their "imputed" rent value (the theory that your home's value is at least partially based on what you could rent it out for). The financial design of mortgage backed securities will stay and innovation will continue to increase; there likely will be some sort of widening of spreads to better reflect risk.

In summary, the contracts will better reflect the risk of the borrower, and many of the most marginal borrowers will be priced out of the market entirely.

Art Altenburg's Concertina Bar, Part One

Click any photo for larger. Part One of a three part series.

I assume you know what a concertina is - if you don't, here is the wiki.

For Fathers day I always take my dad to Milwaukee for a fun Saturday, then fishing out of Kenosha on a charter for the Sunday. The past several years we had been satisfied with taking a boat ride in Milwaukee, then going to a bar to relax, then dinner. This year I had other plans. We toured the Sprecher Brewery, then took a drive from there to Art Altenburg's Concertina Bar. I found it online by Googling "unique Milwaukee bars". It came up repeatedly and I knew it would be a good place to take my dad -and I was interested too. I called during the week to see what time they opened and the guy (Art) said 3pm. We got there promptly at 3 and there was note affixed to the door saying that they would be open at 3:30 pm. So there was time to take in the neighborhood.

The 'hood that this place is located in is about two miles due south of Miller Park (where I will be Sunday to see my bloved Brewers). It used to be an industrial area, and before that, asparagus fields we were told. The area looked to us to be very mixed - we saw people of just about every race and creed and although things weren't luxurious, they seemed to be well kept. Unfortunately Art's place has seen better days.

Here is the sign on the handle of the door as you enter.
And here is a view from the rear. We couldn't figure out if Art actually lived in that structure you see that was added on. Note the most excellent ventilation system as well. After snooping around a bit we guessed that they used to serve some sort of dinner here - those days looked to be long gone.
Here is the fire escape to nowhere - jump or die!

Art arrived at 3:30 in a beat up Chevy Malibu to let us in. Our hopes were pretty low from looking around outside.

But when you got inside - wow, the relics. There were 40 or 50 concertinas strewn about the bar and Art told us he had approximately 60 more elsewhere in storage.
Parts two and three of this series will come in the next few days.

Friday, June 22, 2007

Batman


From time to time they film movies in downtown Chicago. Generally due to onerous and non-productive union rules the movies are filmed elsewhere. For the Blues Brothers 2000, for example, they filmed that (vile) movie in TORONTO. Across time and space you won't find a more "Chicago" movie than the original Blues Brothers, and it served that movie right as a flop for moving it out of the country.

Now they are filming the next Batman movie in Chicago. There have been helicopters hovering around and light installations set up to brighten the subway so that they can film after hours. In this photo you can see the "L" tracks lit up near the Merchandise Mart after 10pm on Thursday for filming. The lighting rig is in front - it is very tall...

It seems like the major activity near the movie set is feeding people. You can't walk more than 10 feet without hitting a catering truck.

In the prior Batman movie there is a scene where they fly over the Marina Towers, those iconic twin buildings sometimes referred to as the "Tootsie Roll" towers. You can see xmas lights lit up; for some reason it is the custom at the building to leave lights on the porch all year long, in season or not. This habit annoys a friend of mine who lives in the building... it seems kind of low-rent.

Life in a Condo


Last night I was kind of out of it waiting for the elevator in our building. I hit the up button in the lobby and was about to get into the elevator when I saw a huge dog just standing in the elevator, by himself.

The dog was pretty good natured... it seems like the little dogs are high maintenance but the big dogs are just happy to be there. I talked to the doorman and he recognized the dog so I took him up to his floor where the owner was waiting. Apparently the dog came from a floor where the elevator opens up directly into a unit (i.e. they own the whole floor) and he wandered in. The owner only seemed mildly surprised, the dog must have done this before.

If you think about it - must be strange for a large dog to live in a high rise condo. He lives way up in the sky, looking out the window. As soon as the dogs get on the elevator they put their nose right by the crack in the elevator where it opens and stare intently (just like the big dog in the picture) - they know that in their world, the elevator is the path to salvation. As soon as the elevator opens they bound out towards the lobby to the world of canine smells and stimulation. There are a lot of big dogs in the building, and they seem to do pretty well.

A long time ago I used to live in a building at the corner of Clark and Diversey called Rienzi Plaza. We didn't realize it when we moved in, but there were a lot of "section 8" or low income renters there. One of the first days we were waiting in the lobby for the elevator the same thing happened, except that it was a toddler instead of a big dog standing by himself in the elevator, with no parent. We went to the doorman and he knew which apartment / floor the child lived in so he took the kid up to his parents, who didn't seem much more surprised than the dog owner in my current building.

Now that's an odd connection...

It's Here!


A while back I went to New York City to see "The Colbert Report" live. It was a lot of fun even though most of New York was suffering through blackouts at the time and it was VERY hot (these two events are correlated because the high air conditioner usage contributed to the outage).

As part of his promotion of the show Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream sponsored an ice cream called "Americone Dream". It was impossible to get this in Chicago but my friend Elton saw some down in Texas a few months back.

I wrote a note at my local Jewel food store requesting this ice cream and apparently it paid off because I went in last night to pick up some food and viola! the ice cream was there in the freezer shelf! I immediately bought a pint and took it home.

The ice cream is pretty good but kind of odd. The cone is smashed up and mixed into the ice cream (hence the name) along with chocolate. It is like when you were a kid and dropped your cone on the ground and tried to rebuild it or something. But it's here now...

Signs of Development or Comeback?

The past year I have seen more wildlife on my way to work and back home than I can ever remember. There was even a dead deer right by the entrance to my subdivision a few months ago. I have seen tons of turkeys all over, including once again, in my subdivision. The other day I saw what I thought was a dog running across the road - it was actually a coyote!! I couldn't believe it. I have seen foxes in the 'hood as well.

Here is a new one I saw just yesterday - remember these animals are all being seen in a residential neighborhood or just outside of it - click for larger.


Are these animals making a comeback? Rather than development intruding on their turf causing their appearance, I believe that they have adapted their ways to be more successful surviving in a more urban environment and that there are more of them now, causing some of them to be seen by me. The birds above are the first ones of their kind I have seen in my 'hood. Lets poke around the 'net to see what they are. Aha. They appear to be Sandhill Cranes. Beautiful birds they are, that is for sure. I hope I see more of these around.

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Guitar

The other day on XM Radio a song came on that I had never heard before - it was a remake of The Who's Love, Reign O'er Me done by Pearl Jam.

As a side note, none of the songs on Quadophenia were ever meant to be listened to as singles, rather as a set piece. It is still my favorite concept album of all time.

I have written before about cover songs. I personally like it when bands mash up and re-groove those classic songs, especially songs like Love, Reign O'er Me that most will have absolutely nothing of substance to add. Well, Pearl Jam didn't take my advice and could barely play that song in any form. Eddie Vedder can of course not even come close to reaching those extremely high notes half as well as a young Roger Daltrey could, and I swear I heard several guitar errors in the song. That isn't unusual, but the errors are in the song's most distinguishing sixteen note descending scale on the guitar. These notes are played while Daltrey shrieks Loooooove, Reign O'er Me and identify the song even to the most novice classic rock listener. So Pearl Jam's guitarist couldn't even pull that off, even with studio help. You will notice I am not linking that Pearl Jam version. I don't want you to find it or hear it...it really is that bad.

That damn guitarist in Pearl Jam just can't play.

I have watched and listened to countless hours of music in my short life. Some music I love, some I hate. But even if I hate certain types of mucis or certain artists I can usually spot talent. I recognize talent even if it isn't to my tastes.

Lately I have been dragging my Frank Zappa CD collection out and have been enjoying them immensely. It has been probably ten years since these CD's had seen the light of day. Lets talk for a moment about someone who can play guitar. Frank, for all of his crazyness, could flat out play.

Recently I was approached by a person insisting that a certain musician was the best guitarist of all time. I told this person that it is tough to say who was the best, but I have a candidate - two candidates really. I asked if this person knew that back in the day, in Frank Zappa's band, that Steve Vai played with him.




In my opinion, this is how the masters play guitar. They know how to do guitar solos within the context of the song. And can actually play them without making errors in the song, especially to a fairly untrained ear like mine.

Muay Thai Progression

Well, I had no idea.

As I have said before when I picked up Muay Thai I originally had two reasons to do so. First was to improve my balance and core for my bike riding. The second was because I always wanted to take a martial arts type class.

Now, I am possessed.

I haven't been riding my bike half as much as I did last year - partially because of poor weather so far during my free time at home (such as it is). The other reason is that I am getting to the point where I would rather workout on my Muay Thai skills and conditioning at than ride the bike or go to the range (my other hobby).

I am not giving up bike riding - far from it. Nor am I giving up shooting and guns - far from that as well. It is just that Muay Thai has captured my imagination - maybe it is the newness. Maybe it is because I am intrigued by all the angles, the ring savvy that you need to develop, or just perfecting my punches and kicks. Tough to say.

Perhaps it is my progress. In just over a month and a half I have improved to where I have been advanced by the instructor out of the "beginner beginners" and into the "advanced beginners". I am sparring regularly with guys who have already earned their Thai Shorts and have even sparred with a few guys who have earned yellow or green sashes (and got my ass whooped, of course). And I am liking it. As a matter of fact I am always the first one who would rather spar with someone who is more experienced and skilled than myself. Sometimes there is an odd number of guys in the class between beginners and who are more advanced, and a beginner needs to step up to spar with someone who is on a higher level - I seek out these opportunities where other beginners would rather spar with the other newbies. This tells me what I need to work on.

I have received about a zillion bumps and bruises along the way. I have no clue what made me think I was going to escape pain in this thing. Last night I got kicked in the rib cage and it hurt - but I shrugged it off and kept moving and understood that it was my fault for not having good defense. When I started out I would have maybe been knocked down by that kick but I have much better conditioning now.

Speaking of conditioning, my classes are intense one hour workouts. The constant sparring, concentrating on technique, and end of class conditioning are really helping me get in shape. I started out the class at 200, and am now down to 192 - with a lot more fat having turned into muscle as well. My target is 185 - I think too much below that and I will start to lose muscle mass. You have to know your body.

In Muay Thai we do tons of push ups, ab work, running and other conditioning that is really building my muscle mass. When I can't attend classes, I workout at home and keep the conditioning coming. I usually run three miles on the treadmill, then do a strenuous half hour Muay Thai workout - usually working on the tall bag and doing push ups and ab work as well.

I have a private lesson with the instructor this weekend and he is going to give me a good list of things to work on on the bag. That will be an hour well spent. It isn't cheap ($60 for the hour) but nothing is anymore that is worth value. It is the same as golf lessons, or piano lessons - you have to pay a professional sometimes to advance your skills.
I am surprised that there are hardly any women in the classes - you would think they would enjoy the workout. Then again, it can get rough and that is probably a tough thing for a lot of women to get over - and you naturally must be very aggressive, another thing that I would imagine some women would have a hard time with.

At this rate I will have my Thai Shorts by Thanksgiving I hope. That is my goal anyway. But a greater goal has already been achieved - gaining strength, conditioning, and enjoying a great new hobby.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Strange

I have been on Lake Michigan an awful lot but have never seen it as smooth as it was last Sunday. When the sun came up it was H O T and B U G G Y. But the fish were caught and are at the smokehouse as you read this so it worked out OK. Huge mistake by me was to forget my sunglasses in the car - not a good thing. As I have aged my eyes have become more sensitive to bright light. If you enlarge the photo by clicking on it you can make out those dots in the distance - other fishing boats.





Baseball Pool Update 20

Most excellent, the Brewers have got their "mojo" back and are putting up some wins again. Still not good enough for first place in the pool, but more than good enough for first place in the weakling NL Central. I get to see them in person at awesome Miller Park on Sunday.

Both Chicago teams pull up the rear in the pool, but the Red Sox still hold a pretty good grip on first place.

The standings:
1. PSL Dave (Red Sox) 45 wins
2. Snakeye (Indians) 41 wins
2. Craig (Tigers) 41 wins
3. Graphix (Dodgers) 40 wins
3. Dan from Madison (Brewers) 40 wins
4. PS Indy (Mets) 38 wins
5. John (Yankees) 35 wins
6. JohnnyJ (Cubs) 32 wins
7. Carl from Chicago (White Sox) 29 wins

Total winnings if the pool stopped today: $64

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Sprecher Brewery

As part of our Fathers Day weekend, I went with my Dad to tour the Sprecher Brewery - something I have wanted to do for a long time. It was a well spent couple of hours.

The Brewery itself is in Glendale, just north of Milwaukee. It is in a somewhat strange spot, right up against a residential neighborhood.

The place was much smaller than I imagined it would be. I didn't know this, but they are actually smaller than New Glarus.

They started out as strictly a beer company and morphed into selling soda at one point. Now they sell more pop than beer, and sell more root beer than all of their other products combined. I will admit, the root beer is fabulous if that is your sort of thing.

But I was there for real beer and a very nice tour we got. They have a nice gift shop and I picked up some brews that we don't even get in Madison - I had no clue they made an Imperial Russian Stout or a Scotch Ale. Click any photo for larger.

This room is where the action happens - the beer is brewed here and pumped to holding tanks in a refrigerated room where it mellows for a while.
After the beer mellows it goes through here, the bottling facility which was painted with this very cool 3-D mural.
At the end of the tour, they have a tasting area where you get to taste four different kinds of beer. It is good for kids and persons who don't drink as well as you get unlimited pop and they have seven kinds of pop on tap - along with 11 beers.
And here is your humble author in his natural habitat. Those lights reflect well off of my freshly shaved head.
I think I am holding the IPA here - it was waaay too hoppy for my tastes and I like a hoppy beer. IIRC it was 88 IBU -lets see how well I listened...ha! Got it right - the amount of hoppiness in this one was borderline insane - just a little too over the top for me.

I highly recommend the Sprecher family of products and am always glad to include them as part of my prize in Astro's football pool - you really can't go wrong with them...I prefer the New Glarus products just a little bit more though - time for me to tour that brewery as well. I can't believe I have never toured New Glarus Brewery and it is only 15 minutes from my house.

A lot of insanity happens up here in Wisconsin, but having a lot of good beer locally produced sure eases the pain.