Athletes pump themselves up before a competition, swinging their arms, jumping up and down, breathing a bellows breath, using any means to get ready for maximum effort.
Yesterday I remembered a time long ago, right before a fast pitch softball tournament, when it seemed like fire was coming out of my eyes and I could not contain the power. That night I pitched strikes without effort, every ball released perfectly where it slammed into the catcher's glove, in the strike zone, before the batter even saw the ball.
After the win, our team celebrated at Casey's Bar, but I could not come away from the ferocity. It took a long walk home to dissipate all that focused energy into something more manageable.That's what I'm doing today after a fire ritual at sunset last night. A long walk to the far edge of the woods to the secret spot by the pond to look for 4 leaf clovers and release the fierce honey badger.
The Honey Badger Shot
by Camper English
1 part Laphraoig single-malt scotch whisky
1 part Wild Turkey American Honey
Add scotch then honey liqueur to a shot glass. Say "Honey badger don't care," then down the shot.
A quibbler would normally quail at the thought of despoiling a fine peaty single malt with any augmentation, but this whisky dogmatist posits that Camper English is a kindred spirit. Kanpai and Slange-Var.
ReplyDeleteA queer little quibbler quailed, but quaffed a quart of honey badger whisky and quickly counted a quintillion Quetzacoatls. Slangevar!
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