Friday, February 02, 2007

The Shite Stuff


Tomorrow afternoon I will step out onto the platform along with my "Allen's Coffee Dandies" teammates Mike, Rick, and Brian (on the left); settle into our mighty ride; give a hearty thumbs up to the operator; and thunder down the ice chute into National Toboggan Championship legend.

If you happen to be in the vicinity of the Camden (Maine) Snow Bowl tomorrow or Sunday, four-person runs start at 1pm Saturday with the second runs starting at 9am Sunday. If the Dandies crack the top 75, our four person finals will be on Sunday afternoon. We would appreciate your cheers, if only to intimidate the judges into giving us the "most popular" prize. Feel free to bring a cowbell.

Allen's Coffee Dandies: faster than a speeding Class E naturally aspirated gas engine racing lobster boat, by golly.

13 comments:

kristin said...

You know, "The Shite Stuff" would actually have been a pretty good name. Or on the same vein, "Chute the Shite." There's always next year...if you live past tomorrow.

weasel said...

I think "Chute the Shite" should be our huddle break chant.

Joe said...

"equal parts alcohol, sugar and coffee-pot slag."

I'm guessing this could accurately describe the Dandies as well.

Bill Norris said...

Wear a helmet. You've got more than just yourself to think about now.

Mike said...

Maine, the way life should be...

"Bleached-blonde, teased hair.... They always play the 'Redneck Woman' song" on the jukebox, she said, describing the typical drinker who orders a "sombrero," or Allen's mixed with milk. Smith said she once saw a woman dump her cocktail on the head of a beer-drinking man who referred to the drink by its nickname, "fat ass in a glass."

Has there been a better paragraph in The Post since Woodward in 1972 breaking open Watergate? I dare say no.

I am very much looking forward to this. Wonder if I can get the Rocky Theme on my iPod by tomorrow.

weasel said...

Good point Bill. There will be our adoring public when we hoist the trophy (note to self- must not appear brain damaged in front of the teeming multitude). I was actually thinking of duct-taping a styrofoam cooler filled with packing peanuts around the noggin but am told it will lessen our wind-efficiency. Bike helmet it will have to be, then.

I will however be warming up in my black ushanka capbadged with the brass fittings of the 17th/21st Lancers in an attempt to spook the oppositon.

Joe- bags I the coffee pot slag! If we win, 5ths of the "Jefferson Jumper Cable" will be on me!

Captain Mike: as long as we don't have to run up the steps to the chute drop...

Margaret Evans Porter said...

Chute the Shite indeed! Cheering you on--and your mates. I think you're all mad, but it sounds like fun.

That Post article cleared up a big mystery in my life. For years I've been puzzled about the bottle of coffee brandy in the cupboard at the lake cottage. I've never actually seen anybody consume it.

My husband's grandmother was a Mainer. She's long gone, so I suspect it's some sort of memorial.

weasel said...

Thanks Margaret. If I were you I'd wait until ice out and then see if you can sling that bottle of Allen's as far away as possible. Although it may effect the fish.

BREAKING NEWS: The Dandies will be wearing number 358. Rah rah rah, the fightin' 358th!

MsDee said...

Have fun! Be careful and take lots of pics:)

Wes said...

Those of you who reside in Maine definitely think of odd ways to pass the winter. I would really love to see it.

Rikki said...

I hadn't thought of the helmet idea, but based on Bill's words of warning and this sordid tale about a famous concussion victim, I think it's fair to say I'll be donning something in stiff headgear. Other than that, the dogs are barkin' ....

Aaawwwwoooooooooo!

Or something.

And Mickey ... I feel the need, the need for speed

Rikki said...

"Wear a helmet." Is it weird that this actually inspired me ... you know, like in a Patton kinda way.

It's fair to say that Bill's warnings and this sports-induced concussion-related tale of woe are enough to send me into the attic to find some kinda old football helmet or a salad bowl, maybe.

That said, the doggies are howlin' and they barkin' for victory to arrive on the chassis of a sled ... Aaawwwooooo!!! ... or something.

So step up, team. Get your sled shined up, grab a stick of Juicy Fruit. And for God's Sake, get ready for something really ridiculous. Highway to the Danger Zone, Dandies!

Listmaker said...

wow! i wish i could make it. on another note, i would have enjoyed this post more if you could have labeled it "National Toboggan Championship" legend at the bottom of your post. old blogger loser!!!

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