If your Georgia Bulldogs are preparing to host the Alabama Crimson Tide and you have visions of 2008 and 2015 dancing in your head, you could probably use a drink. I can help you with that.
Longtime readers of this site know that ai am something of a movie buff. I find that there are very few situations in life which have not been dissected on celluloid at some point, and that somehow projecting the circus of the human condition up on the big screen somehow brings it closer to our everyday lives.
And so it is that this Thursday I am reminded of a line from that great classic of the cinema, The Hangover, Part II. I could set up and transcribe the line, but I’ll just let you witness it yourself with Ken Jeong’s original delivery as international criminal Leslie Chow (warning: a dash of strong language, but not close to as strong as what I used at the end of the 2012 SEC Championship ship Game. Or the 2018 SEC Championship Game. Or… you get the idea):
What does this have to do with this weekend’s Georgia/Alabama game? It’s simple: there’s nothing else that Kalen DeBoer can do to hurt me. I have watched Georgia lose to Alabama on a boat, with a goat, in my house, with a mouse. There is no depth of human suffering down to which the Tide
could drag me this Saturday to which I have not already been dragged by better Alabama teams, under more important circumstances, and with far less hope of redemption. Like Leslie Chow waking up in an ice machine after having been abandoned for dead , I’ve never felt so alive and full of malice for the red clad Tuscaloosans who deposited me there.
Once your heart has completely ceased to beat after overdosing on hope of beating the Tide, then started back up again, like Mr. Chow you’ll never feel more alive. Nick Saban already ripped my heart out on six separate occasions and stomped that son of a gun flat. Each time I picked it up, dusted it off, and put it back in. Frankly Kalen DeBoer doesn’t scare me because he may have beaten the Dawgs last year, and might even beat them this year, but I know with unwavering certainty that Kalen DeBoer isn’t the coach Nick Saban was, and his number is coming up. We’re going to halt the charge of the Red Elephants, and sooner rather than later. What’s the drink for doing that?
An Elephant Gun.
You’ll need:
- 1 oz. cognac
- 1 oz. Rye whiskey
- ¾ oz. sweet vermouth
- 2 dashes Angostura bitters
- ½ oz. Benedictine
- 1/2 oz. Simple syrup
- 1/3 oz. fresh lemon juice
- Lemon twist
Fill a rocks glass with ice, andd to it all of the liquid ingredients, stir briefly, and garnish with the lemon twist and enjoy.
Go Dawgs!!!
