If you were a drink, what would you be?

Hey Tom Brady, let’s play my favorite game!

Good times.

I love this game, which I call Conjecture, and have found that it’s especially fun to play after a few drinks, but then again what isn’t?  Really you can insert anything when starting with the question, “If you were a __________ (car/color/animal/surgical instrument/sub section of the Penal Code, etc.), what would you be?” Since I’ve got Sazeracs on the brain at the moment, I’m thinking about cocktails, and with the imminent return of my New England Patriots to the field, I’m all about football. So as we ready ourselves for the big game, I thought it might be fun to play a quick round with some of my favorite New England Patriots, but since they’re all busy practicing and I don’t know them personally, I’ll stand in.

Let’s play Jeopardy Conjecture!

Courtesy nbcsports.com

Tom Brady, QB. This is a no brainer. If he were a cocktail, he’d be a Grey Goose martini, straight up, dry and dirty. Smooth and pure, it’s unadulterated quality that never quits and kicks like a mule. A little salty just to keep it interesting, and would you mind throwing in an extra olive, Giselle? Oh yeah, he’s a three olive man. If you don’t think he’s cranked up and looking for redemption after the clusterf**k in 2008, you are very much mistaken pal. Did you see what he did after Tebow stole his thunder? Uh huh, that’s right.

Courtesy ESPN

Vince Wilfork, Nose Tackle. Another gimme. Captain Morgan and Coke, hold the lime and go easy on the ice. The big man clearly likes his drinks sweet and so much the better; every ounce counts when you’re using your body weight to inflict pain and suffering on one of the Manning boys, and I doubt Vince cares much which one it is since everybody knows they’re both milk drinkers anyway. Yo Eli, prepare for traction is my advice and beware the freight train. It can run and it does.

GRONK courtesy Greg M. Cooper-US PRESSWIRE

Rob Gronkowski, Tight End. Boilermaker, that’s beer and a bump to the rest of you, and I guarantee he doesn’t care what kind of f**g beer or what kind of f**g bump. He’s six and a half feet of offensive wrecking machine, so slap those babies down on the bar and keep ’em coming. Ankles? He don’t need no stinking ankles.

Last round.

Wes Welker, Wide Receiver. Second only to Tedy Bruschi as my all time favorite New England Patriot. He’s not big or flashy, but Tom Brady’s go-to guy would certainly be a champagne cocktail. What’s that? you ask incredulously. The man who famously dates Hooters waitresses as a champagne cocktail? All I can say is what better drink to sip from a lady’s slipper than the champagne cocktail? I for one think the press conference where he tweaked that horse’s ass Rex Ryan for his alleged foot fetish was pure genius. Sure it got him in trouble, but it’s not like Belichick’s job description calls for a sense of humor.

Remember this?

So if you were a drink, which one would you be?

About WSW

Writer, wife, mother. Toiler in the bottomless, black, soul-sucking coal mine of domestic life. Thank God for the portable bar.

Posted on February 3, 2012, in Cocktails!, Party! Party! and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.

  1. I don’t drink at all, so I can’t answer this one!

  2. Football means something different over this side the Pond. But it’s on the bloody telly, whatever it is, with the commentator chuntering on about the fact that it’s snowing. As everyone knows, in England, a light fluttering of snow means everything grinds to a standstill. I’m surprised the poor dears on the pitch are still running about kicking a ball. They should be at home, wrapped up warm by the fire.
    Anyhow, it’s too cold here for a cocktail, but I’ll join you in celebrating the football with a nice glass of a cheeky little Rioja I picked up today. Cheers!

  3. irish coffee with extra whip

  4. You just made football interesting. Thanks.

  5. Really? I’d have thought something more alpine, maybe something mulled. Of course given our shared New England connection, there’s always the old Maine standby, a rack of Bud pounders…

  6. I’d be a Shirley Temple, since my first name is Heidi.

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