Pay what you want at Mara's Homemade tonight only!!

Obama is already getting shit done.

Just got an email from Mara's in the East Village basically advertising you pay what you want tonight only, Wednesday, January 28th. Just make a reservation by 5 pm.

Dinner at YOUR price. Come in and order from a selection of your favorites, including our full barbeque menu. When you're ready for the check, we will give you a blank itemized bill. The rest is up to you.

CASH ONLY. By Reservation only, no walk ins.

Reservations must be made by phone only by 5 pm and they will be limited to no more than four people per reservation.
212.598.1110

Our regular menu will also be available tonight.
We look forward to serving you!

If I wasn't heading to the Garden to serve as David Lee's double, you know I'd be in there getting my cajun and abita on. And as per my lawyer's advice, there doesn't appear to be any disclaimer or small print, so you can be as cheap and miserly as you'd like. Don't drink the well dry however. I'd like them to remain in business to satiate future crawfish joneses.

Selections will be available from this MENU and the entire BBQ MENU will be available.

GO IN!! GO IN!! GO IN!! They have several flat screens so eat some swamp creature, watch some games and drink some Andy Gator. If you're unfamiliar with their offerings check HERE, HERE, and HERE. Full disclosure, I just really enjoy the food and am not receiving one penny. I will also not be held responsible if for some reason they reneg on this once in a Wednesday offer.

Mara's Homemade
342 East 6th Street between 1st and 2nd Aves.
NY, NY 10003
212.598.1110
www.marashomemade.com

Rickey Wants to Know Why Rickey Wasn't the First Unanimous Hall of Famer.

So does Howfresh. The dude was incredible. The greatest lead-off hitter in the game. And he wore #24. Don't think that my Yankees jersey is for Cano, or Tino, or Kevin Maas, or Sidney Ponson. #24 will always be for Rickey. Sorry Robbie. Maybe get your shit together in 2009 and we can talk.

I'd like to send out a big Rickey is the Greatest of All Time congrats to my fellow Capricorn. I see you looking in the crowd like "who the fuck didn't vote for Rickey?" I know Rickey. Corky Simpson has a posse. They eat dinner at 4pm and still reminisce about the Polo Grounds. 28 voters didn't vote for Rickey. 2 were boycotting the steroid era. That still leaves 25 not including Corky. Rickey doesn't like that. Rickey thinks they stupid. Rickey knows who you are. And Rickey will haunt you. But seriously, kidding aside, how could you not vote Rickey in? Your voting privileges should be revoked indefinitely. McGwire, Bonds, Sosa, Clemens- I can understand the clouds that hover. But Rickey? Come on now. It's not good for the game. Because Mays, Dimaggio and Ruth weren't unanimous every player will have to pay the price? Get off that bullshit.



Who didn't shag fly balls in the outfield and slam your glove against your leg, and in the process drop the ball. Rickey didn't lose the ball. Who didn't talk to himself at bat and not sound like a complete lunatic. Rickey didn't.



All Time Runs leader, Most Stolen Bases EVER, 2nd All Time for walks, 10 time All Star, 1990 MVP, .820 career OPS, Gold Glover, and the BEST ever at referring to oneself in the third person, aka an illeist- you hear that Rickey was and is the ILLEIST. Naughty By Nature had a song for him. Rickey loves that shit. Rickey would be my undisputed first round pick every year in fantasy. He would win you a championship. Just Rickey.

Jose Reyes wishes he could even hold Rickey's jock strap. Lo siento Jose, pero nunca. NUNCA. Jerk.

If you're not up on the genius known as Rickey please check The Definitive Rickey Henderson: The 25 Best Stories of "Rickey Being Rickey" over at FanIQ. Rickey thinks they're awesome. And so do I. Here are a couple:

5) This one might be my second favorite. This wasn’t too long ago, I think it was the year he ended up playing with the Red Sox. Anyway, he called San Diego GM Kevin Towers and left the following message: “This is Rickey calling on behalf of Rickey. Rickey wants to play baseball.”

11) Henderson broke Ty Cobb’s career record for runs scored with a home run. After taking his usual 45 seconds or so around the bases, Rickey slid into home plate.

15) The Mets were staying in a hotel less than a mile from Cinergy Field in Cincinnati. While some players walked, most took the team bus. A few minutes after they arrived — again it was less than a mile – the last players off the bus noticed a stretched limo that had just pulled up.

Of course, Rickey emerged from the back seat.

On behalf of Rickey, Congrats Rickey.

Welcome to the '09.

While other places might have festive images of bottles popping and balls dropping- whoa- I got guns. You got he got they got...We got guns, big ones, extra large heat. Humongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat. It would be extra cool if the above pistol was manufactured by Heckler & Koch- give this post a little H flavor. But it's not, just a Glock. With that we should all have a peaceful, healthy and prosperous 2009.

Already I'm off to a bad start. It's been only 6 days and the resolution has gone to shit. I told myself no blogging in the new year. Time to get outdoors, read, do laundry, change sheets, floss, throw out garbage, and shit like that. But I couldn't stay away from the internets. Honestly, I should have 10 posts locked and loaded already. Right. Who the fuck am I kidding?

As you read this I am in the process of compiling every "best of '08" list known to man. Beats, eats, kicks, fitteds, and so on. I'm in the lab each night burning that midnight oil so that I can read about what I like. Ain't that some egregiously on my own tip shit? Nah, just a little self absorbed. That's it. Hopefully these lists will be out by 2nd quarter '09. Sort of like the Howfresheats quarterly report. Investors will be able to see how we ponzi. No Madoff though. I would never steal from a friend. What a fucking dirtbag.

While I don't have any music to offer, restaurant to recommend, or sneaker to gush over, I don't come fruitless. The Professional Bull Riders tour is at the Garden this weekend and while all you too cool for bulls city slickers might turn up your urban nose, don't sleep. This shit is dope. 1,500 pound steers unleashing pure violence on some crazy westerners is very enjoyable. Especially in person. And it's at MSG. One night you see the Knicks lose to the Oklahoma City Thunder- really?- and the next you're in the World's Most Famous Arena catching wafts of bull shit. No bullshit. It's popping Friday to Sunday so get involved. Tickets are available HERE. If you're not convinced, peep this article in Monday's NY Times about the life of a bull rider. I'll stick to my current relationship with the bovine creatures, eating them.