He travels to Miami and manages to end up drinking beer and eating ironic sliders at TGI Friday's while dissing the frat boys down the bar... claiming there's nowhere else open... uhhhhh Media Noche?
It's about growing up in the neighborhood, or living there for so long that you could be mistaken for someone who grew up in the neighborhood.
That second part can take decades, though (a three-year transplanter doesn't count) and even so, you'll still probably be called "the newcomer" by some of the guys.
True, generally in many areas your a newcomer until you have kids. Then to those people yours kids are the kids of the newcomer and to their kids your kid is a local. It really takes three generations in an area to full integrate into the local atmosphere to the point where everyone thinks your a local. Even if you do something good, your the guy from somewhere else that did something good.
um 10 years does not a local make. Being a local means being from the area for a long time, and the willingness to be part of that. This guy has not put in the hours, or the willingness. He is just some guy from Queens who happens to be here.
That does it, Rob, you just triggered the "Breakfast Club" answer:
If you have to ask why I'd drink a PBR when I could have been drinking a Harpoon, Long Trail, Sam, or other beer, then you're crazy to think I'd write an essay to even try and explain it to you in the simplest terms with the most convenient definitions. But what us PBR drinkers find out is that each of us is a townie, a nerd, a frat boy, and a redneck. Does that answer your question?
Oh, and by the way, I bet it's gotta feel good to get a mudhole stomped into your Mets by a Manny-less Dodgers team. Let's see if Santana pitches his usual 6+ ERA in Fenway tonight.
What, you don't want to threaten us with how tough you are, like that jogger?
To be honest, I don't like your blog because you come off like a smug asshole. The last post of yours featured on here was probably the first ever to have a case of Backpfeifengesicht.
Years ago, when there were more such gritty types in Union Square, the inflammic duo would have had paper bags with the latest issues of one of the varied selection of magazines on display at the Midnite, such as "Pregnant and Bound" or "Jugs and More Jugs".
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Rob, don't be a jack-off.
Few things are more loathsome than a blow-in's attempt to mock the natives.
Go back to New York.
This is the same guy who was
This is the same guy who was pretending to be an Internet Tough Guy over a neurotic jogger and his dog, right?
Also, I've got a buck that he drinks PBR "ironically". Any takers?
Fish in a barrel
He travels to Miami and manages to end up drinking beer and eating ironic sliders at TGI Friday's while dissing the frat boys down the bar... claiming there's nowhere else open... uhhhhh Media Noche?
bling-o-rama
http://www.rbellinger.com/blog/2009/04/ghosts.html
would not take that bet.
Yes, he's one of the ironic PBR crowd.
Sounds more Manhasset than Manhattan. Surely not a Brooklynite.
If a town is majority
If a town is majority hipster, then aren't they the real townies now? And aren't the old townies the outsiders?
Nah, it's not about the majority
It's about growing up in the neighborhood, or living there for so long that you could be mistaken for someone who grew up in the neighborhood.
That second part can take decades, though (a three-year transplanter doesn't count) and even so, you'll still probably be called "the newcomer" by some of the guys.
True, generally in many
True, generally in many areas your a newcomer until you have kids. Then to those people yours kids are the kids of the newcomer and to their kids your kid is a local. It really takes three generations in an area to full integrate into the local atmosphere to the point where everyone thinks your a local. Even if you do something good, your the guy from somewhere else that did something good.
If your cat had kittens in the oven...
...that wouldn't make 'em biscuits. (alleged old Yankee saying)
You people are so negative.
No problems with the 12 year old smoking with papa, eh?
I blew in ten (10) years ago and have no plans to leave. I'm a working class kid from Queens, and I'll be wearing my Mets shirt to Fenway tonight.
Why would anyone drink PBR with Harpoon, Smuttynose, and Long Trail (to name a few) in their backyard?
Anyway, thanks for mining my blog for specific facets of my personality you don't like. Assholes.
Well you started it
So did you ask the 'kids' age?
Pits are pretty popular dog in the area. Big sadly with lots of people not just townies.
If you have been here for ten years that makes you a local. Your folks might have cred in Queens, you don't get to bring it with you.
Steps from the beach - http://fibrowitch.blogspot.com/
um 10 years does not a local
um 10 years does not a local make. Being a local means being from the area for a long time, and the willingness to be part of that. This guy has not put in the hours, or the willingness. He is just some guy from Queens who happens to be here.
Whoa........hold on one minute..........
You can make fun of Somerville all you want, thats what its there for...but NEVER make fun of Pabst Blue Ribbon again. EVER!
Seriously
That does it, Rob, you just triggered the "Breakfast Club" answer:
If you have to ask why I'd drink a PBR when I could have been drinking a Harpoon, Long Trail, Sam, or other beer, then you're crazy to think I'd write an essay to even try and explain it to you in the simplest terms with the most convenient definitions. But what us PBR drinkers find out is that each of us is a townie, a nerd, a frat boy, and a redneck. Does that answer your question?
Oh, and by the way, I bet it's gotta feel good to get a mudhole stomped into your Mets by a Manny-less Dodgers team. Let's see if Santana pitches his usual 6+ ERA in Fenway tonight.
If you're going to drink a bad beer
why not make it a 'Gansett ?
Pabst ain't that cheap
You kind of need a reason to drink it, like it goes well with what you got on the grill, since other stuff is cheaper - at least in the Northeast.
Besides, I thought it was RED necks, WHITE sox and Pabst Blue Ribbon beer ... not the other way around.
Hi neighbor
I love Gansett. If it was good enough for both my grandfathers and my great uncle, it's good enough for me.
I never really liked Pabst
I never really liked Pabst myself. I would either downgrade to Bud or upgrade to Sam, but I do not question your adoration for it.
All We Needed To Know
"I'll be wearing my Mets shirt to Fenway tonight."
Suldog
http://jimsuldog.blogspot.com
Freakin' townies
Goin' round, supporting their hometown teams and all. Who do they think they are?
What, you don't want to
What, you don't want to threaten us with how tough you are, like that jogger?
To be honest, I don't like your blog because you come off like a smug asshole. The last post of yours featured on here was probably the first ever to have a case of Backpfeifengesicht.
Ain't like it used to be
Years ago, when there were more such gritty types in Union Square, the inflammic duo would have had paper bags with the latest issues of one of the varied selection of magazines on display at the Midnite, such as "Pregnant and Bound" or "Jugs and More Jugs".
The obvious questions
How'd he know the smoker was 12 years old?
How'd he know the man was his father?
How'd he know they were Somerville natives?
Robbie's ass-u-mptions about the answers to those questions say a lot about him.
Although it's possible the whole story is bullshit, a'la Jason Glass or Mike Barnacle.