MANUARY

Drink Beer.  Grow A Mustache.  Raise Money.  Win Prizes.

Raising awareness and money for prostate cancer.

Contestants must grow only a mustache (corner to corner) for
the entire month of January and get others to sponsor them.

The beauty and simplicity of this fundraiser is that people
notice the mustache (that the participants to not normally
have) and approach them with "what is with the mustache?" That
is the opening to promote awareness of prostate cancer and ask
for donations.

Prizes for best 'stache and the most $$$ raised.

Prizes include...
- Personal tours of Yards Brewing Company
- Haircut and Shave from East End Salon
- Men's gift box from Lush Cosmetics

Mustache Finals Party on Jan. 31st at 8pm

Fundraiser benefits Prostate Health International

PAUL BUNYAN NIGHT

Why? Does it really matter? I mean, sure, somewhere back in time, something planted a mental seed that is the reason why, but do you really need to hear the long drawn out story? Historians will debate the origin of this night until the end of time. Nevertheless, on Wednesday, December 9th, we are gonna have a lot of damn fun!

Come and drink like a giant mythological lumberjack! Hell, bring your ox, too.

Basically, if you come dressed like Paul Bunyan, you will enjoy:

• BIG beers!
• GIGANITIC flapjacks!! (pancakes to you people)
• HUGE specials!!!
• LARGEST selection of beers on tap in Philly!!!!
  

And, due to the overwhelming amount of flannel in the room, the music for the night will obviously be grunge.

Oh...best part...our mascot, Pickles Suburban, just might dress up as Babe the Ox!!! In fact, message him some love on facebook to help persuade him.
http://www.facebook.com/#/pages/Pickles-Suburban/115015336625?ref=ts

PAUL BUNYAN NIGHT
Why? For the hell of it.
It's gonna be HUGE!

The Irish Pol
45 South 3rd Street
Philadelphia, PA 19106
www.theirishpol.com
267-761-9532

BOOBIE BINGO

Beers...check. Balls...check. Big boobs...check.

What is 10 times more fun to do at a bar than Quizzo?
BOOBIE BINGO!!!

Any Monday night, if you happen to stroll by The Irish Pol and glance inside, the first thing you notice (and can't avoid) is the cleavage overload on the big screen TV. Your mind starts to wander..."this seems like what TV was made for." Anyway, I digress.

Seriously, who doesn't like boobs!?!? Boobie Bingo was born. Next step, to find the right girl with the "personalities" and right personality to keep it fun. Enter "Stephy The Bobo" (stage name...obviously.)

The concept is simple. It's bingo with a few improvements. The bingo caller (with great rack) sits at the end of the bar wearing just a sexy bra with a live video camera zoomed in on her love pillows. She pulls a random bingo ball from the boob box (cardboard box covered with a collage of hooters) and gently places it in her cleavage so it is visible to the players on big screen. This process continues until someone gets bingo (a line with 5 numbers in a vertical, horizontal, or diagonal row.)

Other notable changes: If the hostess calls "O-69," it is a social (drink people!) Instead of yelling "Bingo," the player screams "BOOBIES!!!"

The winner gets a beer and/or free swag (t-shirts, hats, key chains, etc...whatever the breweries donate.) I am working on getting a Milk Stout to put on tap to be sold at a discount during Boobie Bingo, and once it really gets up and running, we will be having nights where we will charge for each bingo card (right now it is 100% free to play) and the proceeds will ALL go to a breast cancer awareness charity that has not yet been determined.

Oh...forgot one of the best parts...the bingo caller, changes her bra, or sexy outfit that pours cleavage, at the end of every round!!!

Guests bingo callers will soon be implemented. If you are interested, or know anyone who is perfect for it, contact us immediately.

BOOBIE BINGO
EVERY Monday night
8-10pm
The Irish Pol
45 S. 3rd Street
Philadelphia, PA 19106
267-761-9532
www.theirishpol.com

PLANT YOUR ASS AT THE POL ALL EAGLES SEASON!!!

I may be wrong, but my observations over the years have me believe that Eagles fans' routines are somewhat predictable...especially when it comes to what they do for away games and home games (when, God forbid, they do NOT have tickets.) Most are loyal to either a dedicated house party or a neighborhood bar...closest to home seems to work best obvious reasons.

This is just a blog to plant a seed...for a better tree...another option...one we think would be so obviously beneficial.

First of all, The Irish Pol is everything great about a neighboorhood bar....the people, the unpretentious ambiance, the welcoming atmosphere, the cheap prices, the awesome TV's, the great food, the friendly staff, etc. Secondly, when deciding where to watch an Eagles game, take into consideration that it is never overwhelmingly crowded. So, you will get a seat, and get great service. No douchebags in your way or being obnoxious. Fans of the opposing team are allowed in (except Cowboys fans) but they are NOT allowed to cheer or boo. The crowd is true fans...here to enjoy everything about the game, not just looking for a reason to drink. No fairweather fans jumping on the bandwagon. In fact, to attest to the fact that The Irish Pol is a legitamate place to watch Eagles games, Swoop even voluntarily comes in for away games! (See photographic proof or ask him personally.)

Now, add to the fact that The Irish Pol has the absolute CHEAPEST prices in Olde City and the MOST taps in the entire city of Philadelphia!!! 40 craft beers on tap! In fact, no one even comes close! Plus, during Eagles games, Lagers are only $2 and hot dogs are $1.

Honestly, considering ALL of the above, all I can really say is...BEAT THAT BITCHES!!! Oh...no one can.

So, all we are saying is this Eagles season, it would be in your best interest to choose us over any other bar. Logically, there is none better. USE YOUR HEAD PEOPLE!!!

GO GREEN!

We completely totally and utterly randomly decided to celebrate Monday, April 20th. Seriously.

In honor of this arbitrary gala, we had to special beers on tap: Mountain High IPA from Weed, CA and Hazed & Infused from Boulder, CO. Also, along with the beers, our infamous Stoner Platter was on discount...if, and only if, you were wearing the unpremeditated color of the day, green.

There was a massive 7 hour playlist that purely coincidentally went along with this unplanned festive day that included a wide range of songs...from La Cucaracha and Pusherman to Champagne & Reefer and Puff, the Magic Dragon. Outside, an impromptu jam session started up with guitars, BONGos and even a dijeradoo (most thought this looked like something called a "bong.")

Along with every walk of life, including even the staff from The Urban Saloon, popped into the Nag Champa smelling goodness of The Irish Pol for this fortuitous hullabaloo. Things seemed to go so well that we might just sporadically do it again...for no reason whatsoever...maybe next year...maybe on the same day. Who knows.

Totally unrelated, the night ended with The Best Damn Hooters Swimsuit Pageant on the ALL the big screens.

WE MISS YOU HARRY

I keep hearing him in my head. Every memory. Can't turn it off...and don't ever want to. Sharing brief moments with Harry the K was a gift. One that I will forever treasure. I watched hours of coverage in the past 24 hours. Sad, but at the same time, it brought many smiles to my face. One word is constant when Harry is talked about, and it is a word that I, too, have always used to describe him...genuine. You meet people in the public eye and many don't want to be bothered. Some will put up with it, and then complain after the fact behind your back. Harry was consistently gracious. To everyone. He would genuinely listen. He would have a genuine conversation. That is something that you just felt.

Philly is tough on people in the public eye. Especially, those involved in sports. Love you one day and then hate you the next. Just part of the process. I can not think of one figure who has not had to deal with both sides...except Harry. No one had anything bad to say about Harry, and Harry had nothing bad to say about anyone. Maybe that is karma working in it's truest form.

I am eternally grateful to the Phillies organization for providing me with opportunities with Harry...especially my friend John Brazer, Phillies director of Fun & Games. Everytime I interviewed Harry down at Spring Training, I would purposely get the name of the stadium wrong. Kurt Russell stadium, Russell Crowe stadium, Keri Russell stadium, Snake Plissken, etc. Harry would always correct me, "That's Jack Russel Stadium, Couzin Ed." It was just something stupid, but year after year, it just became a thing. Yesterday, I received a text from John that said "That's Jack Russel Stadium, Couzin Ed." It was hard to fight back the tears. Still is.

I searched through all my files for memories of Harry, but unfortunately only found 2 saved interviews. Or, should I say, fortunately. I loved to hear him laugh...which was easy to do because he was always in a good mood. If we all could just be a little more like Harry.

If you would like to hear the audio, both interviews are posted below.

Click below to hear Harry talk about Tug, Merril Reese, and how back in day he would speed up road games that he had to re-create on the radio.

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R.I.P. Harry Kalas

Click below for a great one where we talk about Brighthouse field, Kung Fu Hustle, and going drink for drink with Larry Anderson.
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