Aaron Portzline types a poignant front page story about John McConnell and how the man responsible for hickey in this city would have enjoyed Thursday night…
Ken Gordon and Michael Arace could should study Portzline… Both type stories that have premise and no promise… Gordon’s profile of Brandon Saine is bland… Arace’s story on the “original” Blue Jackets skates for days and still never locates the puck… Honestly, Arace gets worse with every column I read…
Friday, April 10, 2009
Thursday, April 9, 2009
INVITE: Red Planet Fashion Show
Commencement: 10:00Venue: Sugar Bar (525 Park Street)
Red Planet Fashion Show
Mezzanine Drinks (Available 11 p.m. – Midnight)
$1 Top Shelf Drinks
Appearances
Laura Debord
Zackary Sin
Blue Jackets Announce Playoff Sales
The Columbus Blue Jackets secured their first playoff berth in dramatic fashion Wednesday night. So, how do you get a ticket to history?
Tickets go on sale at 9 a.m. Saturday, April 11. Tickets range from $45 to $230 for the first round and go to $125 to $400 for the fourth round. Game dates will be announced the evening of Sunday, April 12, with Stanley Cup Playoff games scheduled to begin Wednesday, April 15.
Tickets for first-round games will be on sale at the Nationwide Arena ticket office, all Ticketmaster ticket centers, the FOX Sports Ohio Blue Line at The Mall at Tuttle Crossing, online at http://www.BlueJackets.com and http://www.Ticketmaster.com, or by phone at 800-745-3000.
Tickets go on sale at 9 a.m. Saturday, April 11. Tickets range from $45 to $230 for the first round and go to $125 to $400 for the fourth round. Game dates will be announced the evening of Sunday, April 12, with Stanley Cup Playoff games scheduled to begin Wednesday, April 15.
Tickets for first-round games will be on sale at the Nationwide Arena ticket office, all Ticketmaster ticket centers, the FOX Sports Ohio Blue Line at The Mall at Tuttle Crossing, online at http://www.BlueJackets.com and http://www.Ticketmaster.com, or by phone at 800-745-3000.
Quick Read
Last night, history was made. This morning, the Dispatch’s coverage of that history is outstanding… Aaron Portzline’s (sports) story on the 4-3 win over the Blackhawks is excellent… The front page story, and I applaud the paper for awarding the news front page priority, is solid…
Not solid is Bob Hunter’s (sports) meandering story on the Clippers-Cleveland Indians partnership and Life and Art’s random pictorial of blank billboards…
Not solid is Bob Hunter’s (sports) meandering story on the Clippers-Cleveland Indians partnership and Life and Art’s random pictorial of blank billboards…
From Mason to McConnell: Jackets Make History
For seven seasons, this city has craved this evening. 654 contests had been played… 132 players had skated Nationwide Arena’s ice… 91 draft selections had been made… Nine were top ten selections… Five players had served as captain… Three logos had been utilized… And an owner and chairman had passed away…
With one point separating the Blue Jackets from their initial playoff experience, I anticipated an electric evening… As I walked the bricks, over the bridge, down the stairs, and toward the Frog Bear and Wild Boar, I was stunned… The bricks were silent… Granted, the temperature was imperfect and the Blue Jackets were in Chicago… Still, I expected activity… I expected recognition for the importance of this evening (I would locate that recognition later)…
When I arrived at the Frog Bear and Wild Boar, I recognized a cache of empty chairs… The Arena District’s premiere pre-game venue was vacant, only a scattered array of fans were enjoying dinner with friends, entertaining the bartenders, or watching the contest… And the contest, for the first period, was not worth watching… Fourteen minutes into the contest, the Blackhawks inked the initial salvo… Five minutes later, they registered a 2-0 lead (Apparently, the Blue Jackets didn’t recognize the importance of this evening either)…
Amidst this frustration, I was thankful for two conversations… The first with Frog Bear and Wild Boar Owner Tom Selvaggio… The second with Grace, who is a server… The round robin of our comments, mostly centering on the Blue Jackets and how, given the present circumstances, playing their way into another premature vacation was entirely possible, was completely enjoyable…
The second period’s commencement mirrored the conversation… After twenty-five minutes, the Blue Jackets closed within 2-1… They evened the contest three minutes later and as I walked the still silent bricks to R Bar, the obvious thought in my head, must have been obvious in everyone else’s as well… We are thirty minutes away… Don’t mess this up…
As I walked across the bridge and toward R Bar, the scene was what I had expected… The venue was crushed… The crowd was chanting, they were groaning, they were exalting and exhaling with every second… Yes, ABC6 and a Dispatch photographer were present, but the media wasn’t the patrons’ inspiration… Erasing their past was…
That past reappeared again, as five minutes after my arrival, the Blackhawks reassumed command 3-2. Was this scenery a titanic tease? Would this energy, which finally rivaled a football Saturday, be wasted? Would the Blue Jackets and their partisans have to count on the Detroit Red Wings to engrave their postseason invitation?
For almost fifteen minutes, those questions remained unanswered… Not for lack of inspiration from those watching… The chants, which included “Let’s Go Jackets” on numerous occasions, were exhilarating… This was the crowd I had anticipated… This was the crowd this franchise merited… An educated, exuberant mass crammed into a venue, which on this evening, was the ultimate hockey bar…
With ticks over five minutes remaining, the educated, exuberant mass finally received reason to explode… A trickling puck, which seemed unsalvageable, found the stick of Rick Nash… Who better to clinch the playoffs? Who better to score the goal? And he did… 3-3… The venue erupted…
That eruption would be trumped only minutes later when history was made… Within a glance, I couldn’t surmise if this was New Year’s Eve or simply a new hockey era… Fans cheered and hugged… I saw multiple couples kiss… The chant progressed from “Let’s Go Jackets” to “Lets Go Playoffs.” This crowd was delirious…
But, they were not satisfied… Amidst a chant of “Let’s Get Two,” the verdict was clear… They wanted a win… Overtime elapsed… The first shootout participants elapsed… Then, Fedor Tyutin scored… Steve Mason registered a final save… And the perfect conclusion was authored… As the crowd celebrated and cheered, the most poignant chant, one I had not considered, but savored hearing occurred… “J.H.M.”
In the post triumph pandemonium, it’s easy to forget that the person most responsible for hockey in Columbus wont witness the initial playoff contest… As many fans dedicate this penultimate accomplishment to Mason or Nash or Ken Hitchcock, they should remember John McConnell as well…
With one point separating the Blue Jackets from their initial playoff experience, I anticipated an electric evening… As I walked the bricks, over the bridge, down the stairs, and toward the Frog Bear and Wild Boar, I was stunned… The bricks were silent… Granted, the temperature was imperfect and the Blue Jackets were in Chicago… Still, I expected activity… I expected recognition for the importance of this evening (I would locate that recognition later)…
When I arrived at the Frog Bear and Wild Boar, I recognized a cache of empty chairs… The Arena District’s premiere pre-game venue was vacant, only a scattered array of fans were enjoying dinner with friends, entertaining the bartenders, or watching the contest… And the contest, for the first period, was not worth watching… Fourteen minutes into the contest, the Blackhawks inked the initial salvo… Five minutes later, they registered a 2-0 lead (Apparently, the Blue Jackets didn’t recognize the importance of this evening either)…
Amidst this frustration, I was thankful for two conversations… The first with Frog Bear and Wild Boar Owner Tom Selvaggio… The second with Grace, who is a server… The round robin of our comments, mostly centering on the Blue Jackets and how, given the present circumstances, playing their way into another premature vacation was entirely possible, was completely enjoyable…
The second period’s commencement mirrored the conversation… After twenty-five minutes, the Blue Jackets closed within 2-1… They evened the contest three minutes later and as I walked the still silent bricks to R Bar, the obvious thought in my head, must have been obvious in everyone else’s as well… We are thirty minutes away… Don’t mess this up…
As I walked across the bridge and toward R Bar, the scene was what I had expected… The venue was crushed… The crowd was chanting, they were groaning, they were exalting and exhaling with every second… Yes, ABC6 and a Dispatch photographer were present, but the media wasn’t the patrons’ inspiration… Erasing their past was…
That past reappeared again, as five minutes after my arrival, the Blackhawks reassumed command 3-2. Was this scenery a titanic tease? Would this energy, which finally rivaled a football Saturday, be wasted? Would the Blue Jackets and their partisans have to count on the Detroit Red Wings to engrave their postseason invitation?
For almost fifteen minutes, those questions remained unanswered… Not for lack of inspiration from those watching… The chants, which included “Let’s Go Jackets” on numerous occasions, were exhilarating… This was the crowd I had anticipated… This was the crowd this franchise merited… An educated, exuberant mass crammed into a venue, which on this evening, was the ultimate hockey bar…
With ticks over five minutes remaining, the educated, exuberant mass finally received reason to explode… A trickling puck, which seemed unsalvageable, found the stick of Rick Nash… Who better to clinch the playoffs? Who better to score the goal? And he did… 3-3… The venue erupted…
That eruption would be trumped only minutes later when history was made… Within a glance, I couldn’t surmise if this was New Year’s Eve or simply a new hockey era… Fans cheered and hugged… I saw multiple couples kiss… The chant progressed from “Let’s Go Jackets” to “Lets Go Playoffs.” This crowd was delirious…
But, they were not satisfied… Amidst a chant of “Let’s Get Two,” the verdict was clear… They wanted a win… Overtime elapsed… The first shootout participants elapsed… Then, Fedor Tyutin scored… Steve Mason registered a final save… And the perfect conclusion was authored… As the crowd celebrated and cheered, the most poignant chant, one I had not considered, but savored hearing occurred… “J.H.M.”
In the post triumph pandemonium, it’s easy to forget that the person most responsible for hockey in Columbus wont witness the initial playoff contest… As many fans dedicate this penultimate accomplishment to Mason or Nash or Ken Hitchcock, they should remember John McConnell as well…
Rock of Love
A Frog, Bear, and Wild Boar major event announcement… (This will rerun twice in the coming days… still, you may want to mark you calendar)…
Frog Bear and Wild Boar (April 24): Mindy Hall (Rock of Love) appearance.
Frog Bear and Wild Boar (April 24): Mindy Hall (Rock of Love) appearance.
Dirty, Putrid Tarnish Sugar
Appearances are my existence. The event invitations I receive entail celebrities, charities, city notables, premises, prizes, publicity, and various venues. Occasionally, they even include an aberrant subject.
Upon my arrival for the Vivid Video 25th Anniversary Celebration, I had scattered expectations. If anyone could present porn as a premiere vision, Owner Mike Gallichio and Promotions Superstars Randy Haffey and Shawn Money were the perfect trio. No one in this city can trump them for sensation. No one in this city can trump them for spectacle. Still, porn does not scream elite environment. Porn screams alone environment.
On Sugar Bar’s greatest nights, the employees and executives are not merely providers and purveyors. They join the party. They relish the party. Tonight, they were mostly invisible and scrambled. Their absence, their eyes, their frenetic texting spoke for this evening… Donnie Walhberg’s appearance was incomparable… Anything subsequent would have been a letdown… This subsequent was lethargic…
Not aiding, actually permanently maiming the event was the crowd that littered the upper and lower mezzanine, the dance floor, and the stripper pole area… They weren’t all horrific, in fact, a collection of bunnies scattered throughout the venue… Unfortunately, for every bunny, there was a minimum of one and occasionally three dirty, putrid things…
Their abnormal and multiple piercings, their overabundance of tattoos (including one demon that had his entire face inked) screamed societal reject… They screamed either eventual or previous incarceration… The bunnies were spectacular… But, they could not overcome the nightmare that surrounded them. They could not make invisible the collection, that I assume with certainty, reported to Satan at the end of the evening…
With every event, concept equals crowd. Mardi Gras enticed Freaks and Geeks… Walhberg enticed heifers (and for those who hate that term, please keep writing)… An adult video anniversary party enticed those who are inclined to watch adult videos… They should never, ever attend anywhere again…
Upon my arrival for the Vivid Video 25th Anniversary Celebration, I had scattered expectations. If anyone could present porn as a premiere vision, Owner Mike Gallichio and Promotions Superstars Randy Haffey and Shawn Money were the perfect trio. No one in this city can trump them for sensation. No one in this city can trump them for spectacle. Still, porn does not scream elite environment. Porn screams alone environment.
On Sugar Bar’s greatest nights, the employees and executives are not merely providers and purveyors. They join the party. They relish the party. Tonight, they were mostly invisible and scrambled. Their absence, their eyes, their frenetic texting spoke for this evening… Donnie Walhberg’s appearance was incomparable… Anything subsequent would have been a letdown… This subsequent was lethargic…
Not aiding, actually permanently maiming the event was the crowd that littered the upper and lower mezzanine, the dance floor, and the stripper pole area… They weren’t all horrific, in fact, a collection of bunnies scattered throughout the venue… Unfortunately, for every bunny, there was a minimum of one and occasionally three dirty, putrid things…
Their abnormal and multiple piercings, their overabundance of tattoos (including one demon that had his entire face inked) screamed societal reject… They screamed either eventual or previous incarceration… The bunnies were spectacular… But, they could not overcome the nightmare that surrounded them. They could not make invisible the collection, that I assume with certainty, reported to Satan at the end of the evening…
With every event, concept equals crowd. Mardi Gras enticed Freaks and Geeks… Walhberg enticed heifers (and for those who hate that term, please keep writing)… An adult video anniversary party enticed those who are inclined to watch adult videos… They should never, ever attend anywhere again…
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
INVITE: Blackberry Thursday
Commencement: 10:00Venue: Sugar Bar (525 Park Street)
Age Range: Male (21 and over); Female (19 and over)
VIP Access: Text (406-3072)
Blackberry Prizes
Blackberry Drinks
Drinks (Available All Night)
$3 Martinis
$2 Bombs
$1 Wells
INVITE: Ladies’ Night
Commencement: 9:00Venue: Onyx (1975 Henderson Road)
Women’s Specials (Available All Night)
$2.50 Pizzas
$1 Martinis
$1 Shots
Pride & Promotion
Tonight, two highlights will occur… Gossip CBUS will rack our two thousandth twitter tweet and the FDH Lounge will interview Beta Pong’s Kyle Alford and Nick Parsons… Listen to them and read us… You never know what might happen…
Quick Read
Once again, the front page scores, appropriately placing the Westerville jewelry robbery arrests above the fold… Tim May (sports) types an excellent appraisal of Ohio State’s defensive lineman… Unfortunately, Rob Oller (sports) squanders an interesting premise on Ohio State’s retiring golf coach (It took him five paragraphs to start talking about the coach… I felt like I was reading an article about Rob Oller)…
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Seven Seasons to Now
On April 8, 2009, history will be made. With only one point, the Blue Jackets will clinch their initial playoff opportunity. Gossip CBUS will completely cover this milestone, as we twitter live from the Frog Bear and Wild Boar and R Bar.
Get out tomorrow night, cheer, drink, read our tweets, and realize that with your hope and support, the postseason awaits...
Get out tomorrow night, cheer, drink, read our tweets, and realize that with your hope and support, the postseason awaits...
INVITE: Vivid Video 25th Anniversary
Commencement: 10:00Venue: Sugar Bar (525 Park Street)
Pole Dancing Contest
Vivid Video Girls
INVITE: Beer Shot Game Night
Commencement: 8:00Venue: Spice Gastro Lounge (491 Park Street)
Competitions
Beer Pong (Tournament)
Cornhole
Fooseball (Tournament)
Flip Cup
Wii Bowling
Drinks (Available All Night)
$3 Bottles (16 ounces)
$3 Jack & Coke
$3 Mango Bombs
$3 Soco & Lime Shots
Co-Sponsors
Beta Pong
Ohio Beer Pong League
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