Yesterday, Graig asked for the story behind the name “J Beanie.” I’m not sure prompted the question or why he waited over a year to ask but being nice, open-minded, reader friendly blogger that I am, I will honor Graig’s request.
As I’ve mentioned before, this was originally planned to be a two person blog. J Beanie is combination of some form of each of our names.
I guess you could say J Beanie was in the making ever since J and I decided to room together at OU for our freshman year. We got a long great, became good friends and decided to live together again as sophomores. The name J Beanie was born one summer night after our sophomore year of school. J had left school for a variety of reasons and this summer night was a time for us to catch up.
This was the summer that “Old School” came out. Vince Vaugh’s character in the movie was named Bernard. Luke Wilson called him “Beanie.” My middle name is Bernard and J started calling me Beanie on occasion because of the movie. By the way, J’s name is Jon. So you see the combination forming. However, no one calls Jon, J. So the nickname J Beanie was not born yet. But like how all good ideas form, all it took was a little bit of our old friend alcohol to create sparks.
This summer night we decided to go over to a friend’s house who was having a little party. The guy’s house we were at is a character and a long story in and of himself so I won’t bore you with details. Just know that in high school and early college he owned three homes, about 8 cars and supplied the material for all his frequent parties. Needless to say he ended up bankrupt, on trail and last I heard he is in Colorado (I think).
Anyway, at this party, our friend had bought several bottles of alcohol and several cases of beer. We were playing pool and cards and whatever. Everyone was having a decent time but it wasn’t anything crazy. That’s when J and I decided to take over the bar to get things going. Now, at school we played this game called bartender. It was a game that we only played once or twice a month but those night were memorable (or not so much) nights. What we did is have a bunch of people throw in $5 or $10 dollars, go to the liquor store, buy a few bottles of hard stuff, a few flavorful stuff like schnapps, a few mixers and a few chasers. Then each person playing the game would pour whatever he wanted into a shaker, shake it up and pour out shots. We took turns playing the bartender. This game usually only last about a half hour but we’d do anywhere from 10-15 shots. Not always the best game to play but always fun.
So when J and took over the bar, we decide to play bartender. However, we were limited with only Captain Morgan, fruit punch and orange juice and only two or three shot glasses. But that couldn’t stop us. We mixed it all up and handed out shots. I think we did only about two or three until we noticed we were running low on liquor so we started making them into mix drinks. They were one part Captain Morgan, one part OJ with a splash of fruit punch. People loved them. When they asked us what they were, J creatively came up the name “J Beanie’s” A sensation was born.
Well late that night, J decided he wanted to go home. He hadn’t drank nearly as much as he made others drinks so he was fine to drive. I wasn’t even that drunk either but the rest of the story suggests other wise. On the way home, I started feeling sick. I reclined the front seat and told J I might puke. He tried to get him home as fast as he could. I rolled down the window and it scared J. I told him it was only to make me feel better and not to worry, I wasn’t going to ralph. False hope. I started throwing up a little bit but made most of it out the window. Of course when you are going down a high way, it ended up on the outside of the car. I laid back down and told J that it was over, I was fine. Before I could even finish the sentence, more was on its way out of me. Only this time I didn’t make it to the window. Hell, I didn’t even sit up. As J tells it, it was an amazingly gross sight of projectile vomiting. From my reclined position, I was able to hit the dashboard and the bottom of the windshield. As obscene as that sounds, the worst part is it was a bright red-pink color. And on top of that, this was his mom’s car. Not a good situation.
I finally made it home in the morning called J up and told him I would be over soon to help him clean the car. J had cleaned most of it up that night but there was still some left and the smell, my God the smell, I don’t know how he drove home. There was bright red-pink dried liquid in about every crack and crevice of the car; cupholders, window, power locks and even in the little storage unit on the door… in the back seat. Not a pretty sight.
After cleaning up the car, J of course had to call other people from the party and tell them the disgustingly hilarious story. What we found out was even more hysterical. It turned out I wasn’t the only one. About 5-6 other people also yacked up bright red-pink stuff throughout the night. J Beanie had left it’s mark, literally and figuratively.
So just over a year ago, when J and I were throwing out this idea of starting a blog, the discussion turned to what we should call it. There was only one thing we would and we both new it. I think we said it at the same time; J Beanie.
That’s the story behind J Beanie.
Oh and since this is a “sports” blog, great win for the Cavs last night to get it done in the final 3 minutes without LBJ. Great win for the Tribe too. Fausto looked good but not great. Sizemore looked great (and played a good game too) and Asdrubal Cabrera was just as good.