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Reminder - WDR Party this Sunday at Blackfinn

Friends don't let friends give Mike Brown $7 for a beer (or $70 for 10 beers.) For this reason, your friends at WDR have teamed up with Blackfinn to bring you our End of the Season Party this Sunday, December 28th from 12pm-5pm, during the final game of the Bengals season.  Roughly 0% of the proceeds will go to Mike Brown. 

There will be no cover for all the heroes who donated their tickets to the Chiefs game to Lighthouse Youth Services. For everyone else, we are asking for a $5 donation that will go towards future WDR Project Mayhem Tasks. BlackFinn will be offering $1 Miller Lite pints, $4 pitchers and FREE food throughout the game. We will also be giving away free WDR t-shirts at the end of each quarter (but you might have to do a push-up or two to win them.)

Long story short, if you were planning on going to the game, you should come here instead.  The ticket is already a sunk cost.  If you were planning on tailgating but had no plans for gametime, make your way up to Blackfinn. If you were planning on having a get together in your mancave, bring it on down to Blackfinn and raise your glass to the Revolution.

So we hope to see all our fellow WhoDeyRevolutionaries at BlackFinn this Sunday for some cheap beer, free food and revolutionary discussions.  And if this post was not enough to get you to Blackfinn on Sunday, hopefully this will.

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Tale Gate: A Jungle Full of Douche Bags Can't Escape the Storm

The Random Panderings of a Season Ticket Holder and a Regular Tailgater at Paul Brown* Stadium.

Note: Late post due to Duke Energy's incompetence.

Oh Jesus… Rough night. My Buckeyes got smoked and my drinking turned from possibly celebratory to drunkenly painkilling. Luckily, I awake on my buddy’s couch in the Gateway Quarter. Easy walking distance to PBS.

While I regroup, I notice I don’t have that Christmas morning feeling as I have had the past few seasons on opening day of Tailgating Season and Bengal football in Cincinnati. Oh well, nothing a few Miller Lites can’t handle. I throw on my 1980’s “Someone in Cincinnati Loves Me” T-shirt as I refuse to wear a jersey this year. The only jersey I would rock this season would be a solid Boobie Clark jersey, but for some reason, they aren’t selling those in the pro-shop these days, but I digress.

As I head out down Vine Street, case of Miller Lite in Hand, I'm getting excited. I see a few fellow Douche Bags hastily sporting Rudi Johnson and Justin Smith jerseys. Apparently they didn’t feel like buying new gear this season either. The lucky few had Chris Henry jerseys on, noticeably relieved at Mike Brown’s impeccable decision making skills, and the fact they wouldn’t have to shell out 50 hard earned dollars for a new replica.

I approach the beautiful** Millenium Hotel and spot a couple of Titans fans emerge. They looked glorious. Exactly what I expected a Titans fan to look like. You know, that Nash-Trash look? Gone are the days of Nashville locals looking like ruggedly handsome country music stars. Instead, the vast majority of them have that new age “crystal meth chic” thing going on. Gaunt, pasty white, malnourished, with a penchant for oversized Vince Young jersey’s, drooping jorts (jean shorts) and a sideways Titan’s hat with the tags still on signaling the street cred only someone from Murfreesboro could possess. Top that off with an ill attempt at a mustache and a mysterious ghetto accent and you have the two clowns who I catch up to on 4^th and Vine.

If it was any of the past opening days in Cincy, I would have started to run my mouth right there, with the security of hundreds of fellow Douche Bags in Who Dey shirts around me. But today is different. It’s 9:30 AM and only a scattering of D-Bags are visible on the streets. Not to mention, I really don’t have the room to run my mouth after last week’s debacle in Baltiless. The only insults I could mutter were about Vince Young’s “suicide attempt” and the drunken Kerry “Tom” Collins (I failed to mention that I tried to pick him up on waiver wires in my fantasy league. That would defeat my sad insults). They asked me for a beer and I just laughed… I showed them.