If you definitely dig Dick’s, the coming days may be your deal.
— There is a Sunday euchre tournament at the bar and grill, but it’s a requirement that you have a partner. So one might ask, what about Bob (Uecker) as in Mr. Baseball himself, as it’s that time of year. (Although with the performance of the Brew Crew and Twins, you might reconsider). Be that as it may, the tourney is free, and you’re in the front row, no need for even cheap seats. It starts at 1 p.m. and is billed as having great prizes.
— On Friday evening its Good Time Willy playing at Dick’s. (Always makes me think of the former bartender there by that name). They a straight-ahead Chicago influenced blues band, which seems to be a trend regionally and locally. Willy and the boys are backed by a tight rhythm section, and the occasional special guests.
— The beer of the month at Dick’s is Schlitz, and as the sign says about the brew’s heyday, “Life wasn’t watered down then … Neither was the beer.” It touts the “Classic 1960s formula,” and the art work harkens back to that era, showing what looks like a vehicle out of Speed Racer, with a woman posing by it similarly attired, with plastic suit, short skirt and big boots. Is it just chance that the night I saw this proclaimed, I ran into a friend with a T-shirt that said “Speed Machine?’
— And again, with summer coming and Jambo playing his trop rock quite often at Dick’s, it is fitting that they should be selling Citradelic Tangerine IPA, (Tune In. Hop Out). It’s also fitting that the tonic comes from the New Belgium company. A flyer goes on for 83 words describing in stream-of-consciousness-style — you know, kind of like HudsonWiNightlife — all the accolades of the drink and how they play out. And the special offered is in bottles, don’t have to worry about the notorious Buffett-style pop top.

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