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Run through the rub a dub, two crawls to connect the pubs. But here’s the rub, for the next three days: One has its fingers all over New Richmond, while the other as it turns out is a one-venue in-house of karaoke contest. Recurring at that pub.

Mark in red your calendars like a scarlet letter of coming spring, and carry on each coming Thursday with a killer karaoke contest, per a two-fer as that’s been my buzz word lately, of a pair of different but related (could have been) pub crawls still this weekend in New Richmond.
There is the first-time karaoke contest on Thursday the 16th, originated by one of the newer deejays at the Wild Badger, and a (followup) mini-golf event two days later, on the 18th.
As far as the mini-golf, in a recurring late-winter rally, this kind of cabin fever crawl is sponsored by Surly Beer, and is featuring numerous venues in New Richmond as sponsors, besides the NR (and not always specified) inside course itself. OK, I can now give it as Ready Randy’s, and through the supper hour with chances to win prizes for having the first hole-in-one for a hole. And don’t discount costumes. And oh that Badger, as it will conclude for you to Carry On Wayward Son into that night by featuring a darts tournament with the unheard of 200 percent payback. And that will also go on each Saturday for several weeks.
Hey, that costuming could help with the karaoke contest too, as you as singers will be judged in different categories, including duets as a starting example, from their endless play list. This will go on Thursdays at Wild Badger for six weeks, and the next category is song selection merit. (The initial idea was to put together a legitimate karaoke crawl, after Valentine’s Day has left us, but it for now will be strictly in-house). With trivia beforehand, and that’s not trivial as one phase leads into the next.
Rather than do the standard list of in-the-hole contact info and “for more information,” we’ll reference one of the other mini-golfing sponsors — that being Bobcat’s — via the flyers on the inside of their door and also farther inside the bar. Oh, and you can call the local Chamber of Commerce as well.

Also Saturday, there’s a relatively new band in town, or at least at the Willow River Saloon in Burkhardt that’s a haven of classic rock and country. The name says a mouthful, Younger than Mike. That’s ‘cuz the living legend on the court, if not on the stage, that is Michael Jordan just turned 60. And we all want to be Like Mike. Or maybe just most of us, regarding an occasional contributor and master of metal concerts by that first name, who has Jordan beat in age by at least a decade.

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