Gotta Go To Donnie's
Yeah, so over Columbus Day weekend, the clan went up to the old firehouse in Goose Rocks Beach like we always do. As usual, we sat around the rust bucket firepit every night taking it easy, talking things over, lighting up some mambo Ashton cigars and lowering down some Irish whiskey. No big whoop.
I gotta say, in times like these ya gotta get the hell away from it all. Nowadays the simplest times are the best times. Proud to say we broke the firewood record this year. Last year we hauled in 26 bundles. This year it had to be over 30. All I kept saying to Joe and Gainer was, “We gotta go down to Donnie’s and get some logs.” Donnie’s is an honor system shack down the road. I drove those bastards nuts. But the wood burned good.
On the first night sitting around the blaze, lighting up our Tony Soprano-sized stogies, somebody mentioned a Billions episode from a few weeks ago and said, “This is the victory cigar. We made it back to Goose Rocks one more time before the snow flies.” Whoa, Jackson! The Red Auerbach victory cigar is a classic.
In his run as head coach of the Celtics, Red set NBA records with 438 wins and 9 championships. Eight in a row. And whenever the Celts were whipping an opponent and Red knew the game was in the bag, he’d lean back and light up a giant Hoyo de Monterrey. Oh man, it riled up the other team’s coaches and fans. One night in Cincinnati, management gave out 5,000 cigars to fans and told them to light ‘em up when the Royals beat the Celtics. Only one cigar was lit up that night—Red’s—as the Celts beat the hell out of the Cincinnati Royals.
Goddamn what you could get away with back then. I wonder what would happen if I snuck into a Rotary Club meeting and lit up a big one. The Rotary is the club where they wear the moose heads, right? I’d probably set off the smoke detectors and be escorted out by security. But they’d all be talkin’ about it. Keep your dukes up.