The Local: Scoreboard

scoreboard tavernI walk into the Scoreboard as Butler misses a half-court shot to lose to Duke, 59-61. Must’ve been a hell of a game.

When I started The Local, I knew there would be occasional drawbacks to walking to get my beer but that was OK. I’m a long time walker and occasionally miss the snowy climate of my childhood. The weather is not an excuse to skip walking, in my opinion. I have coats, hats, gloves with special textures to grip with.

But goddamn is it cold out. I don’t care about the rain but the wind eats into my bones. My ears burn in the chill. For some reason this weather in January would be acceptable but now it feels worse, more dominating somehow.

So I have come to the Sc0reboard, my body complaining the whole way, to blog.

The beer selection isn’t special but I do have some nice choices; Pyramid, Lagunitas, Serra Nevada, Red Hook and a couple New Belgians, of which I’ve chosen the Ranger IPA. I don’t think I’m going to surprise anyone by telling people that NB’s IPA is a NW style IPA toned down just a bit to make it more accessible to a wiser audience. Don’t get me wrong; it’s a hoppy IPA and isn’t shy about it but ┬áthere’s a drinkable quality there, sweet in the middle fizzy at the end that might just broaden Ranger’s appeal.

Half the pub is very dark; where people gathered to watch television the bar is lit well enough but the area for playing pool is more foreboding, lit only by the crenellations of windows and neon signs. I want to wander about there, of course.

It’s dive bar month for me; I chose the Scoreboard not just because it wasn’t along walk in this weather but also because, due to a payroll mishap at my new job, I’m going to be a bit short this month. Not fearfully so but short nonetheless and so now is as good an excuse as I’ll ever have to go to the dark, cheap, formerly known as unbreathable bars in my area. I doubt I’ll discover anything new; on the other hand, it’s been far too long since I’ve been to the Vern so I have something to look forward to.

As for the bar I’m in…well, I like it. But I have to confess it’s cold out, so I have a long walk home, (even if it’s a short one) I slept all of four hours last night so I’m more weary than I ought to be and I have beer to bottle. Which means a long night, even if a short one was hoped for. My extrospection is not nearly as awesome as my introspection right now. I don’t blame the bar; I like it here. I blame myself. But the thing about a good bar is; you know you’ll be back.