The PreGame

Hello! I didn’t see you standing there, reading our blog. Allow me to introduce myself: I'm Jedd.

Hello readers. Welcome to our blog. If you're reading this, it means you probably have seen our column and/or are related to Jedd and me. In addition to the column, we will continue our musings here.

Something was brought to my attention the other day: We never got a chance to introduce ourselves. Upon this realization, I pictured you with the open-mouthed look of awkward interjection one gets when at a bar/party/funeral and not properly introduced. I hate that look. That was rude of us.

I'll start with a description that will likely read part cover letter, part personal ad.

Jedd: Few things remind me of spending time with family quite like the holiday that comes up next week.
Andy: Thanksgiving Eve!
Jedd: I was leaning more toward Thanksgiving Day; this isn’t Christmas. Who celebrates the night before?
Andy: The bars, that’s who. Thanksgiving Eve is unofficially the busiest bar night of the year, topping other drinking holidays such as St. Patrick’s Day, Cinco de Mayo, Purim, Half St. Patrick’s Day, New Year’s Eve and the Daytime Emmy Awards.

Jedd: I’m going to my first wedding in a while this weekend. Do you know where the best place is to rent a powder blue tuxedo?
Andy: Why would I know something like that? You trying to say something?
Jedd: Perhaps I misread the “Wedding Singer” poster in your bedroom, but word on the street is you attended a few this summer. I might need your expertise to not make a fool of myself.

Jedd: Who wants oysters? And I’m not talking the Rocky Mountain kind.
Andy: I just Googled that. Any oyster enthusiasm I once had is gone.
Jedd: Oh no, Andy. Safe search only!
Andy: I can’t unsee what I just saw.
Jedd: Regardless, cooler weather slowly is creeping across the Lowcountry, which gives me the urge to huddle around an oyster roast.
Andy: Back in Wisco, there was a law requiring all public roasts to feature an animal with four legs. This oyster concept is foreign to me.

Jedd: It’s Halloween and guess what: I don’t like being scared. On April Fool’s Day, I don’t even answer the phone, open e-mails or retweet tweets for fear of something jumping out at me, so this could be a rough weekend.
Andy: Halloween isn’t nearly as scary as Columbus Day — and that’s already over! At least this weekend, people might not recognize you if you do something embarrassing. If you spend your entire weekend in costume, you might feel more secure ...

Jedd: I was thinking about throwing a classy get-together at my condo this weekend. I heard you were a mean barmaid back in Milwaukee. Will you tend my bar if I pay you in cheese curds?
Andy: That’s enticing, but I'll do it for free. It's been too long since I've been behind the bar; I miss it. What kind of cocktails do you plan to serve?

Andy: Now that the summer blockbuster season is over, I’m looking forward to going to the cinema to catch the films that will be considered during Oscar season. First up: “Jackass 3D.”
Jedd: Ah, the third installment of the seemingly endless salute to boyhood pranks and high jinks with a multimillion-dollar budget. I always thought those plot lines begged for a trilogy.

Andy: Fall is a special time for me. The weather cools. Pumpkin becomes a food group. People start dressing up their dogs as bumblebees and other animals for Halloween. But more so than anything else, fall means football.
Jedd: Absolutely. There’s nothing quite like going to a football game in person; the atmosphere of fans tailgating for hours, brats sizzling on the portable grill, fans face-painted fiercely, beer flowing through the streets —

Jedd: Get your prawns in order, son, because they’re about to get caught, boiled and consumed. There isn’t a crustacean North of the Broad that isn’t terrified of this weekend.
Andy: As they should be. I plan on eating every type of shrimp that I can — and do it without making a single “Forrest Gump” joke.
Jedd: Restaurants such as Plums, Panini’s and Emily’s always bring Beaufortonians the greatest boiled shrimp, peel and eat shrimp, shrimp and grits, shrimp and ...
Andy:Watch yourself, Bubba.