MiamiCubano
El Martillo (My Boxing Name)
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I thought I'd pretty much seen it all. I mean, I've been around, ya know? But this one just blew me away.
Went to Boston for the weekend. Watched my beloved Red Sox kick the living you know what out of Kansas City on Saturday, while sitting between home plate and first base in one of the greatest ballparks in America. After the game - at least the Red Sox were merciful enough to put KC out of their misery quickly - we went to the house of a "friend" of a family member's. I, always prepared, busted out with the celebratory smokes. In this case, these were the legendary Don Ramon series Partagas Signature 150's. These are absolutely phenomenal, exquisitely hard-to-come-by smokes.
I handed one of the four coffin boxes to the guy whose house we were at and he thanked me, took the box, and then left the room. I thought nothing of it really, but then he returned to the room...the box discarded, the cigar in hand, rubbing something "shiny" all up and down (and around) the cigar. WTF? He walked over and, as he did, the smell quickly revealed just what he was rubbing on to every inch of the 7X52 beauty. What you ask? Get this...Vick's Vapo-Rub. You got it.
Now I try to take as hugely of a "whatever floats your boat" type of mentality as possible. But this just took the cake. I mean, this certainly serves to illustrate the point that there are just some people who deserve nothing more than a good old fashioned beating. Had I known that this type of fate awaited that glorious Partags, I would have rolled up some damn pine needles and given it to the son of a bitch. He proclaimed that he routinely did this with all his cigars - stating that it gives him a good taste and a little "tingle" on the lips. Yeah, fine, tingle on the lips...so will my 10 oz boxing gloves.
In any case, I was thoroughly in disbelief, as were the others. You can't imagine the stink that cigar gave off, and each puff (for the little bit of time we remained - we ended up ditching him and finished the cigars in the rental car before heading downtown to a pub) seemed to rub salt into my wounds.
Just thought I'd share.
Went to Boston for the weekend. Watched my beloved Red Sox kick the living you know what out of Kansas City on Saturday, while sitting between home plate and first base in one of the greatest ballparks in America. After the game - at least the Red Sox were merciful enough to put KC out of their misery quickly - we went to the house of a "friend" of a family member's. I, always prepared, busted out with the celebratory smokes. In this case, these were the legendary Don Ramon series Partagas Signature 150's. These are absolutely phenomenal, exquisitely hard-to-come-by smokes.
I handed one of the four coffin boxes to the guy whose house we were at and he thanked me, took the box, and then left the room. I thought nothing of it really, but then he returned to the room...the box discarded, the cigar in hand, rubbing something "shiny" all up and down (and around) the cigar. WTF? He walked over and, as he did, the smell quickly revealed just what he was rubbing on to every inch of the 7X52 beauty. What you ask? Get this...Vick's Vapo-Rub. You got it.
Now I try to take as hugely of a "whatever floats your boat" type of mentality as possible. But this just took the cake. I mean, this certainly serves to illustrate the point that there are just some people who deserve nothing more than a good old fashioned beating. Had I known that this type of fate awaited that glorious Partags, I would have rolled up some damn pine needles and given it to the son of a bitch. He proclaimed that he routinely did this with all his cigars - stating that it gives him a good taste and a little "tingle" on the lips. Yeah, fine, tingle on the lips...so will my 10 oz boxing gloves.
In any case, I was thoroughly in disbelief, as were the others. You can't imagine the stink that cigar gave off, and each puff (for the little bit of time we remained - we ended up ditching him and finished the cigars in the rental car before heading downtown to a pub) seemed to rub salt into my wounds.
Just thought I'd share.
