Why we drink in Maine

He was fine until he crossed the state line at Kittery
Four months ago, I would have started this day by heading to the hammock with a cup of coffee, the iPod and the newspaper. I would have baked in the heat for an hour, sucking up deadly UV rays and counting down to the Royals game.
I would have watched much of the game from a lawn chair outside, rushing in only when a poor call required that I scream at the television up close, so that the umpire could feel my spittle.
Bear in mind that I’m mostly naked through all of this, people. Because you deserve that image to launch your Saturday.
Between innings, I’d be checking the tide charts at Scarborough Beach, hoping for a gift from the gods that would bring along the biggest surf to coincide with the conclusion of the dramatic Royals win. With such a gift, I’d complete my afternoon getting absolutely hammered by nine foot waves while 85 degree temperatures continued to roast my battered flesh.
All of that and still enough sunlight at the end of the day to steer clear of vampires.
Today, the thermometer is a hard, sluggish red down near freezing. I attempted to read the paper on the front steps but my fingers turned to blocks within seconds and a deadly wind ripped the pages away. It will be dark in four hours. Spring training is three months away. If I want to go anywhere, I’ll have to put on four layers of clothes, let the car run for a half hour and drop a path of sand all the way to my destination. If I were to step anywhere near the ocean, my male reproduction organ would fall off and be eaten by penguines.
The only way your quality of life remains the same throughout the year in Maine is if you ice fish from your brand new snowmobile with other eskimos and you have a drinking problem. Hence, the title of this blog.
I’m going back to bed. Note to media in California, Florida and Arizona: I’m available.

December 13th, 2008 at 1:16 pm
Jeezus Mark! Couldn’t you have given me a half naked man in better shape to look at? I guess I’d better start drinking now before the thermometer drops again to keep me warm.
December 13th, 2008 at 2:33 pm
Is that a bottle of Allen’s in his hand?
I love the way his Santa hat is strategically placed.
December 13th, 2008 at 11:51 pm
And I moved from Hawaii for this?
December 14th, 2008 at 12:20 am
Yeah? WTF, Gil?
December 14th, 2008 at 2:49 am
What possessed you to move here from Hawaii? The trick is to drink enough alcohol so that your blood doesn’t freeze, at least that’s what I tell myself. I almost got frostbite tonight, it’s 5 freakin’ degrees!
December 14th, 2008 at 5:42 pm
Fffffreeeezing!
December 23rd, 2008 at 2:15 am
Then there’s me who runs around in a sweatshirt and shorts when it’s 4 above and doesn’t think it’s cold at all.