Happy Hour In The Heptarchy: The Sandwich That Has No Name

by J.R.

It’s five past 5 across Conference III (leave work early, Colorado — you have our permission), time to hit bricks and get that freakin’ weekend started, am I right?

Of course I am.

It’s been a tough week for some of you so loosen your belt, pop a top, grab a spoon and stop being such a sourpuss. III Communication’s got good news for everybody.

The Particulars

What We’re Eating: Last Sunday, I had a sandwich. It was on crusty bread and contained the following:

Black Forest Ham
Smoked turkey
Garlic & herb Alouette spread

To this toasted and heated combination, I added chunked pineapple.

Holy cow, was it good and should be served at restaurants (it also needs a name).

Reasons To Celebrate

Chicago: Big game tonight. Just be happy you get to enjoy the Cubs caravan, unlike those dinguses downstate.

Your Weekend Jam: “Peoria” by King Crimson

Colorado: Avs still in the mix, Broncos in the playoffs, skiing is top-notch. Good year for you, Colorado.

Your Weekend Jam: “Colorado” by The Rentals

Dallas: Dinosaurs! No, not Sergei Gonchar!

Your Weekend Jam: “T-Rex is a Scavenger” by Happy Birthday Amy

Minnesota: If you don’t like watching implosions, I don’t know what to tell you.

Your Weekend Jam: “Deflated” by Piebald

Nashville: Winning in a shootout is, again, permissible. Eddie George playing Othello: also permissible.

Your Weekend Jam: “Othello” by Dance Hall Crashers

St. Louis: Wear some pants, doofuses. Stop trying to rip-off Chicago.

Your Weekend Jam: “Morning Train (Nine To Five)” by Sheena Easton

Winnipeg: Speak on the pompetous of love.

Your Weekend Jam: “The Joker” by Todd Snider (don’t ask me why this is over a bunch of random clips from One Life To Live)