Everyone needs to stop by the Celtic Curtain at 32nd Street and Cactus Sunday afternoon to watch me outdrink John Holmberg........ here's why:
For the 12 years that I've been back in the Valley, I've known a crazy, little (okay: medium-sized) Irishman by the name of Kevin Mannion.
Kevin was the music intern when I started at the ZONE - which meant he got all the concert tickets and backstage passes he could eat.
But there was no stopping the guy. He would go on to a startlingly bad on-air career and then would become music director of both the ZONE and KMLE, the PD of the ZONE and eventually the PD of the EDGE.
A couple of years ago, he chucked his radio career and opened a pub called the Celtic Curtain. Yup - an Irish/Steelers bar. Not my idea of a perfect bar, but it has become a regular haunt of mine.
Sadly, as of this next week, Kevin will be selling the place. That means we need to celebrate the existence of a bar owned by a guy who once traded concert tickets for a fresh keg of Coors Light in his garage every two weeks.
We need to acknowledge that deep down we wish we owned a bar...
- even if it meant sleeping on a pool table
- even if it meant always having a Jello shot ready in case a hot girl walked in
- even if it meant giving a few free beers to Jim Sharpe because it's too hard to keep track of how many he downs
- even if it meant naming a sandwich after Holmberg when he insisted on pointing out to everyone that they were putting his meat in their mouth
Alright. Enough of the sentimentality (is that a word?) - I will be there around two o'clock Sunday. John, when is your sorry @$$ showin' up?
Jim
For the 12 years that I've been back in the Valley, I've known a crazy, little (okay: medium-sized) Irishman by the name of Kevin Mannion.
Kevin was the music intern when I started at the ZONE - which meant he got all the concert tickets and backstage passes he could eat.
But there was no stopping the guy. He would go on to a startlingly bad on-air career and then would become music director of both the ZONE and KMLE, the PD of the ZONE and eventually the PD of the EDGE.
A couple of years ago, he chucked his radio career and opened a pub called the Celtic Curtain. Yup - an Irish/Steelers bar. Not my idea of a perfect bar, but it has become a regular haunt of mine.
Sadly, as of this next week, Kevin will be selling the place. That means we need to celebrate the existence of a bar owned by a guy who once traded concert tickets for a fresh keg of Coors Light in his garage every two weeks.
We need to acknowledge that deep down we wish we owned a bar...
- even if it meant sleeping on a pool table
- even if it meant always having a Jello shot ready in case a hot girl walked in
- even if it meant giving a few free beers to Jim Sharpe because it's too hard to keep track of how many he downs
- even if it meant naming a sandwich after Holmberg when he insisted on pointing out to everyone that they were putting his meat in their mouth
Alright. Enough of the sentimentality (is that a word?) - I will be there around two o'clock Sunday. John, when is your sorry @$$ showin' up?
Jim