Potrero

John has been touting a rye whisky by the name of Old Potrero, so last night at Max I had a glass. Very nice, a bit of a burn going down, but smooth and flavorful nonetheless. John tells of a bar in Boston with a great collection of whiskies where the bartender turned up his nose at Potrero. That could be because the bartender was an old guy, but Potrero’s really not an old whisky, despite the name. Rather, it’s a fairly new product from the Anchor distillery in California, so for the time being it might better be called New Potrero, or maybe just Potrero. In any event, although I’m not a huge fan of rye whisky, one thing I liked was the consistency of the taste. Some whiskies taste fine on the palate, but then the taste changes, often not for the better, once you swallow. Potrero had a long consistent aftertaste. So for those of you who enjoy ryes, or Canadian whisky, I recommend giving this spirit a try.

Meanwhile, two games in a row, we have no run support for Dice-K. Last outing Sox get shut out; tonight, despite seven hits, all we can muster is a single run off Willy Mo’s solo home run. Still, the good news is that in ten of twelve games so far this year our pitchers have allowed three or fewer runs. In fact, in eight games, it’s only two or fewer. However, a year ago, we started the season with great pitching, only to see the arms wilt in the heat of summer. Beckett had a great April, but late in the season had surrendered more home runs than any other AL pitcher. So a great April doesn’t necessarily mean that the arms will stay strong all year. Still, it’s an encouraging sign. Now the bats have to start giving Dice-K some help.