It may be strongly worded, but that was my response to this morning’s ruling by the State Board of Education that forbade the hair-of-the-dog from being peddled at foot-ball games this fall to ticketed patrons.
Now, I’m no juice jockey, so my skin in this game is philosophical in nature, but I've found a nip of hooch prior to sporting events beds down distemper and gives my particular writing “the Pulitzer Edge”—so called because when I worked for old Joe Pulitzer at the New York World, we’d all get nice and tight before heading down to Tin Pan Alley to pen reviews of the latest Irving Berlin ivory tickler. Don’t get me wrong we never got half seas over, but we’d get slightly ossified to ply…
