It’s funny how you stumble onto things.. for instance, just last Friday the Captain, Mrs. Larby and myself were wandering around “Lower Hoboken” (if you can call it that) looking for a place to kill some time and grab a quick drink. We decide on a place called McSwiggans, that we’ve no doubtedly called attention to nearly every time we walk by.
We head inside, sit down at one of the only two tables at the place and order a drink. It’s only after 5-10 minutes that Mrs. Larby points out “Hey, there’s a Red Sox logo over there.” We then realize that there’s Red Sox notations all over the place and signs that say “Free Trivia while The Game is on, etc.”
Come to find out, it’s Hoboken’s very own Boston Red Sox Bar. In all of the years that the Captain resided in this town, and the year that I’ve spent here — we happened to stumble upon this fine establishment in this very strange manner.
Go figure.
Imagine the look of shock on my face when I realized that in the fall of 2004 I watched every pitch of the playoffs from my couch because I didn’t think an establishment in town would welcome a Sox fan. Argh.
Hey, LTJ, you forgot to mention the mysterious clock that counts down from 60. We never did figure out what that was for. Lost fans, any guesses?
LTJ, please re-post the photo of the mythical proprietor of that establishment. The man known as Boozer McSwiggans. Thanks in advance!