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In the effort of full disclosure, I should probably admit I went on two (2) brewery tours today, and might still be feeling the effects. During the first, I kept Lacy abreast of developments via text message. These are messages I sent her:
One (11:48 a.m.): “Beer one is a stout.”
Two (12:02 P.M.): “Two is an Oktoberfest.”
Three (12:25 P.M.): “And thE THIRD IS A PORTER WHY IS THIS IN ALL CAPS.”
As usual, I find myself funnier than anyone else ever will…even accidentally.
Anyway. How excited are you all that Moneyball is in theaters??? Pretty excited, right? I know I am; now maybe I’ll stop getting “exclusive invites” to this movie, which I already went to see once at a screening about two weeks ago. I took my friend Becky, who charitably gave it an “okay.” I gave it a “there’s a reason sports movies are usually about athletes and games and not general managers and math.” But ONCE AGAIN IN THE EFFORT OF FULL DISCLOSURE, the reason Becky and I even went to this screening was the free wine they offered us beforehand.
First of all, how confident are you in your movie if you are feeding your preview audience wine ahead of time? Second of all, why wine, which makes a lady* such as this pretty sleepy? The last time I drank wine before a movie I wound up writing in my journal in the darkness halfway through due to boredom (different day, different story). I didn’t do that this time, but I was restless. In all honesty, the movie is getting good reviews, and it might be okay, except that it is pretending to be a sports movie. As an avid watcher of sports movies, I can tell you this is less about sports and more about a dude who has a job. Sometimes he’s on the phone or crunching numbers. He also has an ex-wife.
If that still sounds appealing to you, go for it. After all, dude is Brad Pitt. And he does have a Jonah Hill sidekick.
So why did I title this post as if I feel positively about the combination of wine and sports? Because THANKS TO A BOTTLE OF WINE and the proximity of the internet and an unfortunately memorized credit card number, Lacy and I will be attending our first ever Vikings game tomorrow. We are sitting in a section that might as well be called “Hella Gone” but we absolutely could not care. Even when I woke up the morning after said wine/internet shopping, and the first words out of Lacy’s mouth were “remember what we bought last night?” I’m more excited than ever. You know I would have bought those tickets anyway, but thank you, Pinot Grigio, for convincing Lacy she “needs” to go with me. SKOL WINE.
*I use this term loosely**
**see what else I did there?