Honor Amongst Thieves, Uptown. 2:47 am, August 11th, 2016 "To Larry!" In unison, "TO LARRY!" With a sarcastic sense of modesty "Oh ok. To me." Larry Fitzgerald wasn't a comedian but he was a likable individual and one the NFL's truly good guys; and the roaring applause to his response was proof. Drafted by Arizona in 2004,
Tag: Speakeasy Stories
NFL Speakeasy Stories: Project Manhigh
Green Russell, Larimer Square. 2:47 am, August 9th, 2016 Standing behind the back bar, two mixologists are silently bickering about the cell phone use of the patron seated in the corner booth. Though he has been a model customer, paying cash and tipping his waitress with every round -- each time promising that,
NFL Speakeasy Stories: A Connivance
NFL Speakeasy Stories: 400 gon
When there is nowhere else to go.... Angel’s Share, East Village. 2:47 am, January 4th, 2016 The reverberation of the celebratory fireworks subsided 45 minutes ago. The final revelers exited 30 minutes ago. And the house lights would shut themselves down in 3...2... "One...And click." His voice echoed. Tonight would be the same as every since
NFL Speakeasy Stories: Looper
Angel’s Share, East Village. 2:47 am, November 13th, 2015 In the after-hours of a typical Thursday night, and to the displeasure of the one-women closing staff, two parties seem interested in staying past closing time. The first, an early-30s couple who had been camped at the high top near the window since the after dinner
NFL Speakeasy Stories: True Inspiration
A Nondescript Contemporary Hotel Bar, 3rd Level. 2:47 am, October 19, 2015. A ginger-haired Princeton man sits at the bar on the corner stool nursing a Perrier and cucumber. He takes a sip and is jerked up straight, sucking on his tongue and drawing back his lips with a grimace. He does not typically bastardize the taste of his
NFL Speakeasy Stories: History Repeating
Wilson & Wilson, The Tenderloin. 2:47 am, September 30, 2015. A man sits alone in the center booth of the bar-within-a-bar, waiting patiently for his appointment. From the Bayou to the Bay, it had been less that 17 hours since his colleague (well, former colleague these days, he supposed) called and asked that
