When I was about 4th grade I went to the drugstore daily to buy baseball cards with the gum. I wanted the cards though. I had NEVER been to a game at that point. Looking back...there was this neighborhood boy, Eric, he collected them too...I 'liked' him. I wonder if my collecting them had anything to do with that? I remember trading with him.
Then I collected them again in 1991 when everybody was collecting them and now they are worth squat :frown:
The drive to turn the most absurd activities into ego-busting, teeth-gnashing competitions is a deeply ingrained human trait. In the future, maybe a team of scientists will try to locate the gene that explains this. And if they need some subjects for research purposes, they could do worse than to spend a few Sunday evenings at the Nomad World Pub on Minneapolis's West Bank. Housed in the old two-story brick building once occupied by the old Five Corners Saloon, the Nomad has recently become a Mecca of sorts for those who are inclined to turn child's play into adult contest.
On this late summer Sunday night, a rowdy and devoted crew of regulars has filled the bar. Attracted by the ruckus, a few stragglers from the street have wandered in. The commotion, the newcomers soon learn, is the product of the pub's weekly Roshambo tournament. A game played by kids worldwide, Roshambo is known by many names--Jan-Ken, Shnik Shnak Shnuk, and Farggling. But in this corner of the planet, most anyone who went to kindergarten knows it by the name "Rock, Paper, Scissors."
Certain questions invariably arise when an unsuspecting pub-goer is faced with the spectacle of competitive Roshambo, the first being, "Really?" It is, without question, a silly sight: Two adults square off--face-to-face, fist-to-palm--as a referee in a striped shirt supervises the proceedings. On this night, Queen's "We Will Rock You" blares on the sound system. A few spectators offer illicit wagers, while others provide an impromptu play-by-play. "Oh, look at that extension!" someone shouts when a woman throws an aggressive scissors. "Get your cadence up, Sucka!" shouts another guy, known here as the Reverend Roshambo. Everyone's got a nickname. At least one player has a theme song, the old Beatles classic "Taxman."
Competitive RPS has all the shit-talking of an MC battle and all the macho posturing of a pro wrestling match. But like dodgeball and kickball before it, Roshambo is also an example of one of today's twentysomethings' more notable habits: the recasting of favorite childhood pastimes in more adult shades. One major component of this recasting is booze. Several weeks ago, after a 24-year-old woman became the first female at the Nomad to make it to the finals, she spent an hour and a half in the bar's bathroom, where she rid herself of all the drinks her fans bought her.
Drinking aside, two things set RPS apart from those typical hipster-ironic recreational pursuits. One, it isn't really a physical game. Two, it isn't strictly recreational--at least for more ardent devotees. "Roshambo is more than just a kid's game. It's a lifestyle, almost a religion," muses Kyle Anderson, a.k.a. the Reverend Roshambo. "Roshambo," he adds, "is law."
Anderson, who heads up a crew called the Roshambo Hustlers and is largely responsible for getting the Nomad tournament off the ground, is one of thousands of players who make up the online RPS community. A visit to the World RPS Society website, www.worldrps.com, illustrates just how seriously some people take the game. With pages of Roshambo-related detritus, you can learn about the game's origins (several theories exist; the most popular has the game dating back to 300 B.C. Japan), the most successful first throw (paper), the dynamite controversy (it's an illegal throw, but if it wasn't, most people agree that "scissors cuts wick"), and the World RPS Championships, which take place every October in Toronto.
Chris Mozena, the Nomad's general manager, says he's using the weekly matches to recruit a 12-person team for worlds. "Canada and Europe have dominated the sport for far too long," he says. By far the most popular feature on WorldRPS.com is the "Great Gambits." A gambit, according to the site, is a "series of successive throws made with strategic intention." Gambits come in threes and usually have funny names. "The Crescendo," for example, is paper, scissors, rock, while "the Denouement" is the opposite: rock, scissors, paper. Other gambits include "Fistful of Dollars" (rock, paper, paper) and "the Bureaucrat" (paper, paper, paper).
All of which raises a fundamental question: Is there really any strategy involved? Chris Zito, the week-one champ, claims not. "You just throw your shit out there and see what happens," he says. Anderson disagrees. "There's luck involved, sure. But there's also a lot of skill," he says. "I would say there is more skill involved in Roshambo than in Texas Hold 'Em."
Jason Fleming, house referee at the Nomad, thinks skilled players actually hurt themselves. "People who have no strategy at all usually end up winning because people like the Reverend tend to over-think the game," he observes. "Kyle's a good player. I've seen him roll 100 bucks off someone in a street game. But he never wins here."
Later, Anderson does his best to prove Fleming wrong, as he beats the Taxman, a fellow member of the Hustlers, in a 10-9 victory. But he chokes in the finals and a first-time player named Tamara Sadlo--a.k.a. "The PBR Girl"--is crowned the champ.
Her prize: $100 cash and a poncho that gets her free drinks for the rest of the night. It may or may not double as a puke bib.
the houses they used for that one, are like 2 blocks from here....
back then, this was my grandma's house...
and I remember when they were filming it, she went down there with 2 of her friends, to go and see Walter Matheau(sp?), and Jack Lemmon, because the day before-hand the news had something about how they were taking time-outs from filming to kiss old ladies on the cheek, or whatever....
From then on, everytime someone would talk about either of those movies, she would talk about how nice-looking Jack was......
hmmm... they look like a good band.. Have they been around for awhile? I think I may have seen them back in the day (or was that Gemini, back around '95-96???)
Brian (Beach Comber) has been around for a long time with different members coming and going. He's one of the best drummers around in my opinion. Gemini (one of my favorites) has been around for a long time also. I hav'nt seen Paragon since they got the new guy on bass. I really liked their old bass player Kyle a lot. I've been freinds with Brian since the late 80's.
Sooo, I love downtown gossip and this one is funny.
everyone knows about the Easter Bunny being taken down at City Hall yesterday? well, thismorning someone placed peeps all around Onyx Joe with a sign that says "Vision of Peeps" ---- HAHAHAHAHA
I'm sure someone took it down by now- but too funny- perfect for the PP peeps contest!
NOTE: for those of you that don't know...the statues real name is "Vision of Peace"
Liquor Depot http://www.liquordepot.com/ is closing this Saturday to make room for more urban dwellings, and all remaining stock is marked down as follows:
creening, hosted by Lili Taylor, at Walker Art Center on February 3. It opens elsewhere on February 24. When they finally see it, Minnesota filmgoers likely wonÂ’t be following FactotumÂ’s job-jumping, binge-drinking, womanizing protagonist as closely as they do its characterization of their home state. After all, while BukowskiÂ’s book was set in Los Angeles, the movie version was adapted for a Minnesota setting. The actors speak in the local patois, for example, and one day soon, a jury of Minnesotan film fans will submit its decision on whether that makes the natives look as goony as some thought it did in 1996Â’s Fargo (which was made by Minnesota natives, unlike Factotum).
Many concessions were made to adapt Factotum to its new Midwest digs. For example, in the book, Chinaski takes a job as a janitor at a Los Angeles newspaper, where he’s assigned the task of polishing a brass rail. In the movie, however, because the scene was shot at St. Paul City Hall, Dillon instead finds himself polishing the highly visible Vision of Peace statue, which depicts a Native American. And, of course, Bukowski’s version of Chinaski wasn’t fluent in the dialect of our North Star state, nor did he work a stint at the Gedney Pickle Factory in Chaska.—Christy DeSmith
huh?? I never heard of the VISION OF PEACE...until today!!! HMMM :wink:
Milles depicted five Native Americans seated around a fire and holding their sacred pipes. Emerging from the smoke of those pipes is a “god of peace” which Milles imagined speaking to “all the world.”
Me and Steve were bored and drunk, earlier this morning, and decided to head out there, and see if we could find any golf discs....
bad choice...
you gotta park at the gate, and walk in, because it says "foot traffic only", looks pretty much, like none of the park has been plowed, and the snow is all super deep in a buncha places....
and they're good with beer.
the 7-11 nearest to us, used to have that when I was a little kid, and I remember it as always being rock hard....
we would buy that, and throw away the gum and keep the baseball cards....
Then I collected them again in 1991 when everybody was collecting them and now they are worth squat :frown:
thanks for the memory jolt
thanks for the card, z-dogg!
we got rid of almost all of our baseball cards on a garage sale one year.
I wonder if they still play this....
The drive to turn the most absurd activities into ego-busting, teeth-gnashing competitions is a deeply ingrained human trait. In the future, maybe a team of scientists will try to locate the gene that explains this. And if they need some subjects for research purposes, they could do worse than to spend a few Sunday evenings at the Nomad World Pub on Minneapolis's West Bank. Housed in the old two-story brick building once occupied by the old Five Corners Saloon, the Nomad has recently become a Mecca of sorts for those who are inclined to turn child's play into adult contest.
On this late summer Sunday night, a rowdy and devoted crew of regulars has filled the bar. Attracted by the ruckus, a few stragglers from the street have wandered in. The commotion, the newcomers soon learn, is the product of the pub's weekly Roshambo tournament. A game played by kids worldwide, Roshambo is known by many names--Jan-Ken, Shnik Shnak Shnuk, and Farggling. But in this corner of the planet, most anyone who went to kindergarten knows it by the name "Rock, Paper, Scissors."
Certain questions invariably arise when an unsuspecting pub-goer is faced with the spectacle of competitive Roshambo, the first being, "Really?" It is, without question, a silly sight: Two adults square off--face-to-face, fist-to-palm--as a referee in a striped shirt supervises the proceedings. On this night, Queen's "We Will Rock You" blares on the sound system. A few spectators offer illicit wagers, while others provide an impromptu play-by-play. "Oh, look at that extension!" someone shouts when a woman throws an aggressive scissors. "Get your cadence up, Sucka!" shouts another guy, known here as the Reverend Roshambo. Everyone's got a nickname. At least one player has a theme song, the old Beatles classic "Taxman."
Competitive RPS has all the shit-talking of an MC battle and all the macho posturing of a pro wrestling match. But like dodgeball and kickball before it, Roshambo is also an example of one of today's twentysomethings' more notable habits: the recasting of favorite childhood pastimes in more adult shades. One major component of this recasting is booze. Several weeks ago, after a 24-year-old woman became the first female at the Nomad to make it to the finals, she spent an hour and a half in the bar's bathroom, where she rid herself of all the drinks her fans bought her.
Drinking aside, two things set RPS apart from those typical hipster-ironic recreational pursuits. One, it isn't really a physical game. Two, it isn't strictly recreational--at least for more ardent devotees. "Roshambo is more than just a kid's game. It's a lifestyle, almost a religion," muses Kyle Anderson, a.k.a. the Reverend Roshambo. "Roshambo," he adds, "is law."
Anderson, who heads up a crew called the Roshambo Hustlers and is largely responsible for getting the Nomad tournament off the ground, is one of thousands of players who make up the online RPS community. A visit to the World RPS Society website, www.worldrps.com, illustrates just how seriously some people take the game. With pages of Roshambo-related detritus, you can learn about the game's origins (several theories exist; the most popular has the game dating back to 300 B.C. Japan), the most successful first throw (paper), the dynamite controversy (it's an illegal throw, but if it wasn't, most people agree that "scissors cuts wick"), and the World RPS Championships, which take place every October in Toronto.
Chris Mozena, the Nomad's general manager, says he's using the weekly matches to recruit a 12-person team for worlds. "Canada and Europe have dominated the sport for far too long," he says. By far the most popular feature on WorldRPS.com is the "Great Gambits." A gambit, according to the site, is a "series of successive throws made with strategic intention." Gambits come in threes and usually have funny names. "The Crescendo," for example, is paper, scissors, rock, while "the Denouement" is the opposite: rock, scissors, paper. Other gambits include "Fistful of Dollars" (rock, paper, paper) and "the Bureaucrat" (paper, paper, paper).
All of which raises a fundamental question: Is there really any strategy involved? Chris Zito, the week-one champ, claims not. "You just throw your shit out there and see what happens," he says. Anderson disagrees. "There's luck involved, sure. But there's also a lot of skill," he says. "I would say there is more skill involved in Roshambo than in Texas Hold 'Em."
Jason Fleming, house referee at the Nomad, thinks skilled players actually hurt themselves. "People who have no strategy at all usually end up winning because people like the Reverend tend to over-think the game," he observes. "Kyle's a good player. I've seen him roll 100 bucks off someone in a street game. But he never wins here."
Later, Anderson does his best to prove Fleming wrong, as he beats the Taxman, a fellow member of the Hustlers, in a 10-9 victory. But he chokes in the finals and a first-time player named Tamara Sadlo--a.k.a. "The PBR Girl"--is crowned the champ.
Her prize: $100 cash and a poncho that gets her free drinks for the rest of the night. It may or may not double as a puke bib.
oh god like I need another hobby.
heh
but in his defense this game is alot like treasure hunting in its theory:
"People who have no strategy at all usually end up winning because people like the Reverend tend to over-think the game"
There's luck involved, sure. But there's also a lot of skill,"
tons of East Side stuff... most of the places arent even there anymore...
Spanky's, the old Earl street bridge, various streets that dont exist anymore or have been changed, etc...
It isn't mentioned but I remember watching them film Laurel Avenue up in Mounds Park. And Feeling Minnesota wasn't on the list either. Huh
that was a pretty good flick, too...
I think I own, or at one point did own every one of those movies on VHS
the houses they used for that one, are like 2 blocks from here....
back then, this was my grandma's house...
and I remember when they were filming it, she went down there with 2 of her friends, to go and see Walter Matheau(sp?), and Jack Lemmon, because the day before-hand the news had something about how they were taking time-outs from filming to kiss old ladies on the cheek, or whatever....
From then on, everytime someone would talk about either of those movies, she would talk about how nice-looking Jack was......
:goofy:
bonus points if its hunt related :smile:
now I can't get it out of my head
havn't cha ever wanted a mon key?
everyone knows about the Easter Bunny being taken down at City Hall yesterday? well, thismorning someone placed peeps all around Onyx Joe with a sign that says "Vision of Peeps" ---- HAHAHAHAHA
I'm sure someone took it down by now- but too funny- perfect for the PP peeps contest!
NOTE: for those of you that don't know...the statues real name is "Vision of Peace"
Beer is 15% off
Wine is 25% off
Liquor is 30% off
what date cha think??? I'm going to submit april 16th... :smile:
hmm...interesting....
I think I should go for 4/20 at 420pm
heh
:smile:
but I can buy it on ebay outta norway...???
creening, hosted by Lili Taylor, at Walker Art Center on February 3. It opens elsewhere on February 24. When they finally see it, Minnesota filmgoers likely wonÂ’t be following FactotumÂ’s job-jumping, binge-drinking, womanizing protagonist as closely as they do its characterization of their home state. After all, while BukowskiÂ’s book was set in Los Angeles, the movie version was adapted for a Minnesota setting. The actors speak in the local patois, for example, and one day soon, a jury of Minnesotan film fans will submit its decision on whether that makes the natives look as goony as some thought it did in 1996Â’s Fargo (which was made by Minnesota natives, unlike Factotum).
huh?? I never heard of the VISION OF PEACE...until today!!! HMMM :wink:
is that what that's called???
cool
Is it closed for the winter or something?
Me and Steve were bored and drunk, earlier this morning, and decided to head out there, and see if we could find any golf discs....
bad choice...
you gotta park at the gate, and walk in, because it says "foot traffic only", looks pretty much, like none of the park has been plowed, and the snow is all super deep in a buncha places....
Happy Day Mikey!!