by Stop Mike Lupica on December 11 at 3:02PM
March of the wooden Santa soldiers:
C-cypher punks couldn't hold us:
A thousand men
rushing in, not one Santa was sober:
Perpendicular to the (Tompkins) Square, we stand
bold like Flare:
Enter through your right
ventricle clog up your bloodstream
art terminal, like Grand Central Station:
Getting drunk like a f**k I'm duckin
five-year probation:
That Santa right there had two empty bottles of liquor, and a flask, with his slices of pizza. For lunch. At 3:00 PM on a Saturday afternoon.
This was accompanied by the chants of a thousand Santas: "Santa doesn't need a sleigh, Santa rides the MTA". Then they squeezed as many onto the 6-train as they could. Those that failed to get on chanted "Santa's too fat, Santa's too fat".
Here is a view of some of the Santas on the train platform at Grand Central:
They ain't heading to Flatbush, though.
Yes, he's The Santa Con.
I hinted at it before, but by the time they made it to the bar (Liberation on the LES) around 5:30ish, there were three floors packed with Santas. And flowing into the streets and nearby bars:
This guy is a basketball player:
Here's why I think he's a baller: One, he looked mad familiar (is he the Polish Assassin?). Two, he was super tall. Like I've met, played with, and worked with, guys who are 6'6. I'm 6'2. I know what tall is. This guy was waaay taller than 6'6. He was a legit 6'10, minimum. He head butted that sign right there (on purpose). Now, that sign hangs at least six inches above my head. Hence, he's gotta be around 6'10.
And he's built. Like I said, those 6'6 cats I've worked with... they were tall, but they weren't athletes. You could tell looking at them. They were thin, skinny. Sure, some players in the NBA are tall and skinny, thin (I'm looking at you, Durant). But this guy right here... he looked like an athlete. He had lean muscle on him, and a frame that implied that he was trying to use his height in an athletic way. He may not be an NBA player, but I could see him being an athlete of some type... a v-ball player, a baseball player, something.
Oh, and he had that NBA logo on his Santa suit. Bottom right of the pic above. So, readers... who is he?
Finally, I leave you with this... when desperation kicks in, you get creative. In this case, you combine what you have left of liquors with whatever chaser is available:
Folks, that right there is a combination of Jaggermeister and Sunkist. It's called a Jagakist (pronounced like "Jadakiss"). Considering it was still 7:00 PM, you can understand why there are no pictures from after 8ish of Saturday night....
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C-cypher punks couldn't hold us:A thousand men
rushing in, not one Santa was sober:Perpendicular to the (Tompkins) Square, we stand
bold like Flare:Enter through your right
ventricle clog up your bloodstream art terminal, like Grand Central Station:
Getting drunk like a f**k I'm duckin
five-year probation: That Santa right there had two empty bottles of liquor, and a flask, with his slices of pizza. For lunch. At 3:00 PM on a Saturday afternoon. This was accompanied by the chants of a thousand Santas: "Santa doesn't need a sleigh, Santa rides the MTA". Then they squeezed as many onto the 6-train as they could. Those that failed to get on chanted "Santa's too fat, Santa's too fat".Here is a view of some of the Santas on the train platform at Grand Central:They ain't heading to Flatbush, though.Yes, he's The Santa Con.I hinted at it before, but by the time they made it to the bar (Liberation on the LES) around 5:30ish, there were three floors packed with Santas. And flowing into the streets and nearby bars:
This guy is a basketball player:Here's why I think he's a baller: One, he looked mad familiar (is he the Polish Assassin?). Two, he was super tall. Like I've met, played with, and worked with, guys who are 6'6. I'm 6'2. I know what tall is. This guy was waaay taller than 6'6. He was a legit 6'10, minimum. He head butted that sign right there (on purpose). Now, that sign hangs at least six inches above my head. Hence, he's gotta be around 6'10. And he's built. Like I said, those 6'6 cats I've worked with... they were tall, but they weren't athletes. You could tell looking at them. They were thin, skinny. Sure, some players in the NBA are tall and skinny, thin (I'm looking at you, Durant). But this guy right here... he looked like an athlete. He had lean muscle on him, and a frame that implied that he was trying to use his height in an athletic way. He may not be an NBA player, but I could see him being an athlete of some type... a v-ball player, a baseball player, something.
Oh, and he had that NBA logo on his Santa suit. Bottom right of the pic above. So, readers... who is he?
Finally, I leave you with this... when desperation kicks in, you get creative. In this case, you combine what you have left of liquors with whatever chaser is available:
Folks, that right there is a combination of Jaggermeister and Sunkist. It's called a Jagakist (pronounced like "Jadakiss"). Considering it was still 7:00 PM, you can understand why there are no pictures from after 8ish of Saturday night....
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he's listed at 6'8"
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Jagger and Sunkist? I don't even wanna know what that does to your stomach.
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Cappadonna and Masta Killa almost ruined "Triumph" for me. I have to fast forward through their verses.