Ben Raskin

Author: Ben Raskin

  • Fireball Tastes like a Pyrrhic Victory

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    Ever want to know how good sleeping till 10 am and not wetting the bed feels like? Try not drinking for a week. I took a hiatus from pounding cocktails and draining DABC beers for a week and felt…great? Well, in fairness, my sinuses were as compacted as an untreated stray dog’s backside and I…

  • WWE’s Kane Might Have A Problem With Me

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    Funny thing happened at G. Ray Hale Fieldhouse on Tuesday. Serving at the pleasure of my editor, I went to cover West High’s last home game of the season. They were hosting the lady Lancers of Granger in basketball. I went to the game expecting a blowout. Granger handed West their lunch the first time…

  • Where is my jacket?

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    The fee for having a successful night behind the bar is found on my forearms. They should be sticky. Covered in the remnants of shaking countless cocktails and shots, my forearms with their Irish red hair catch all the flying booze and mixers that make the diesel fuel of a great night. I power through…

  • Screwdriver

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    Last night a foursome of knuckleheads came into the club to watch the band rehearse for the Keys On Main Marti Gras party. They were from Denver and we textbook jerk-weeds. Dressed in bargain basement business casual, they ordered draft beer only to spit it out in disgust when they learned it was 3.2%. Per…

  • Lost In Pleasant Grove

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    I sliced my left middle finger open last night doing the dishes. A hidden butcher knife gashed my finger, leaving a deep incision that has been bleeding non-stop. Thank God for the good people over at Super Glue or this thing would have bled on my jeans by now. As a bartender, I am familiar…